He almost forgot the way her lips felt against his, or how their bodies entwined together perfectly, nestled beneath the black covers of the bed that they shared. Just like how she laughed, he forgot how he would look at her right before they fell asleep. She was the broken girl who was afraid to love, yet he saw so much more anyone can see. She's the music that made him smile. Everything from how she would spend all her time on the orders from Hades to what coffee she liked, to how she got the scar on her right hip. She might not think that she isn't that special, but to him, before and after he forgot, she was his everything. Still is. Always will be and he missed his everything.

He promised her forever in a world even life is temporary.

Back in the otherworld, he was the king, the God, the Alpha. Even the shadows were afraid of him.

But when he lost his beloved, he lost himself too. He was too careless to even take his eyes off her for a second.

He was too foolish to think, because he had power, he had control over time, over his enemies trying to somewhat strike him down.

Valentine had everything. The beauty, the brains and had mental, physical and emotional strength over her feelings.

She was perfect. He still is.

But now, her name is Rhys, a sweetly naive boy, oblivious to the possibly upcoming war.

He was always afraid.

He was always anxious.

As he was the type of guy who had a head full with doubt— he was busy an invisible cause, trying to find out what was right and what was wrong. He was broken. He was fragile. He was playing safe. Then he met her and he was ready for everything to fall apart. She was so bright and full of life that everytime he had to look into her eyes— he could see a thousand sunsets trapped in them that made him unable to pull his gaze away. Her hands felt like the flared starlight and her lips tasted like the sweetest tang of moonlight. And somehow she gave him the entire cosmos without even trying.

She speaks to him fondly of beauty and passions, then stops short to apologize for speaking at all. She gets flustered with her being in the same room as him. She was few of the people to not fear him. He found her fearlessness endearing. It may seem like, at times, he made her feel like he doesn't want her,  that he dislikes her, but he does'nt . He just doesn't know how to express his feelings. He was not the person who would let anyone tarnish his name. He was not the person who deals with anyone's bullshit. He was not the person who would give you encouraging comments or even sympathize with you. When he says something, he means it. He may not be always there when she needed him,  but when he is, he will be there by her side until she felt better. He was sorry that he broke her so many times, he was sorry to not tell her sooner the words she had longed for, he was so sorry for everything he did,  to make her feel miserable. She was different from everything he had dealt with, and he liked that. It was refreshing to find someone different in a world where everyone else is the same.

“Now I remember, how could I ever forget? I remember the feeling I had towards you when we started going on missions together.  I remember how distant we were. I remember how you would tell stories, sing songs to the pups back in the Otherworld. I remember you telling me how a bow and arrow was the best weapon which I strongly disagreed but that I knew I already liked you, you made me feel things that I wasn't familiar with. At first I thought I was sick. When I see you laugh or smile my heart beats faster, I became nervous around you I was selfish, I decided what to do with the relationship. I hurt you, but please know I miss you, I do.” he practiced saying those words when the time was right.

He remembers.

“You. It will always be you. Don't you get that? If I had the choice between you and a million other things I've always wanted. I would choose you every single time.”

He remembers.

How he stroked her tear stained cheek. Her eyes met his and he tried his best to remember them, because he knew after this he won't ever see her again.

He remembers.

“Tell me something I don't know” she asked her when they were walking hand in hand on their way back to the house. It was their usual past time, a quick game of some sorts to give each other weird facts and trivias.

“I don't love you anymore, ” he said. Ambrosetook a quick glance at her, expecting her to be shocked or angry, but instead,  she just had this sad glint in her eyes.

“Tell me something I didn't know,” she said again,  holding his hand tighter this time.

He was afraid.

There were so many possibilities, so many doubts, too many obstacles.

He loves her that was a fact. He didn't want to hurt her but he did.

He was sorry, apologetic, remorseful.

He missed her.

He missed the sensation of her lips against his. The bittersweet aftertaste of cherries left in his mouth. He missed how their fingers tangled together when they danced under the blue moon. He missed the feeling of her taking over his mind and heart. But he left, leaving nothing behind except a letter with his handwriting that wrote 'wait for me'.

And now, he was given a second chance, he won't give up until he haves him. Though in this lifetime, as he already said, his love is now, currently a man, it was his beloved, we're talking about, so gender doesn't matter.

He had lost him once he won't lose him twice.