I walk out the front door on purpose, making sure I’m seen leaving so Hades will hear of it. I want him to hear of it. I want him to know that I walked out of here on my own two feet, without waiting for his permission, without saying goodbye.
The moonlight is a little too familiar tonight, the way it touches my face, caresses my mind. It summons the memory I want — the same one that stirred when Hades kissed me. The one that woke when I kissed him.