The one for Amelia

last golden slivers of sunli

still buzzing with thoughts of Zeus, the quiet yet

oke, the way he looked at her-but now, as the sun set and she made he

good friends, and opportunities handed to her on a silver platter. Zeus, on

ible weight that hung around him like a shadow. He didn't belong to the world of perfect week

why she was thinkin

in those quiet moments, and she couldn't

Zeus was sitting alone

d chatter from passing pedestrians-filtered through t

vy, his fingers tapping absentmindedl

cry from the polished

the furniture mismatched

ht, and the window was cracked slightly open,

ctions. He never had. It was

isrepair-it was

or most of his childhood, bo

who had spent more time numbing his pain wi

to never really being wanted or loved in the way Amelia had been.

nty. Love, in his experience, was something that came wit

is worn-out apartment, his th

had been a stark contra

a warmth, an openness that

erything he hadn't been-loved, protected, cherished-

rivileges and comforts that came with her

n on the table, staring at his

ed with struggle, loneliness, and sometimes, anger. His past wasn't someth