Misunderstood

“What. Are. You doing. Over. There.” He growled, parts of his body no longer existing as they were now in a mist surrounding the solid parts of him and my lifeless body.
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing. There was nothing that came out from my lips, no matter how hard i tried to open them.
I walked towards him, hoping that he could at least sense what I was trying to say with my closeness.
It happened so fast, one moment I was unable to feel anything, it felt like I was walking on air and then the next, the ground felt solid.
I was back into my body. “Hades!’” I rushed out trying to tell him what happened but he was not having it. He dropped me from his hands like I weight nothing, leaving me there. Shell shocked.

Days passed and he did not bother to talk to me.
He ignored me at every chance possible but I did not miss the little things like him coming to check up on me each night, draping the bed covers over me properly so that the chilly air would not affect me. I was going out of my mind at this point.
I wanted, no needed him to talk to me.

I feel him before I see him. The air in the room thickened, growing colder, the lights dimmed as if the very essence of life is being drawn away. I don’t need to turn around to know who it was. I could feel his presence, heavy and ancient, filling the space like a storm cloud about to break.
He had come to check up on me again and he thought I was sleeping.
As usual, he adjusted the covers, laying a light kiss on my forehead, I almost could not feel it.

“Hades,” I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath. Holding the hand he placed on the bed cover.
He froze, pulling away from me but I was not having any of that. I needed to talk to him. Not like u had anything in particular to say.
“I came to check if your soul was revolting. It could happen when you bring a soul back to its body.”
I held on tighter to him. “you’ve been ignoring me.” I sighed.

“You’re reckless, Valerie.” His voice is deep and cold. But beneath that coldness, there’s something else—something darker. Anger.

I turn slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as I meet his gaze. He was standing in the corner of the room, his figure towering and shadowed, his eyes burning with an intensity that made me want to look away. But I don’t. I held his gaze, even though it took everything in me to do so.

“You tried to throw your life away,” he accused, his voice like the crack of thunder. “You dared to try and cross the Styx while I was away, without my permission, without so much as a thought to the consequences.”

“No, that’s not—” I begin, my voice trembling, but he cuts me off.

“You think the rules of the living and the dead don’t apply to you?” He steps closer, the air growing colder with every step. “Do you think you can cheat death, that you can decide when to cross over and when to return?”

The accusation stung sharp as a blade, but I did not let it get to me. “I didn’t try to kill myself,” I say, my voice stronger now, though my heart is still racing. “I didn’t want to die, Hades. It was. ....”

His eyes narrow, his expression hardening. “You expect me to believe that? After everything, you ended up at the Styx by accident?” he cut me off. I blew an exasperated breath. I was starting to get irritated.

“I WAS POISONED!!” I yelled. Unable to keep my temper at bay with all the accusations.
did he really think I would leave like that?
did I seem that crazy to him?
I did not even think it possible to kill myself in hell.

His anger seemed to falter for a moment, a flicker of something like doubt passing through his eyes. But it’s gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a cold, implacable fury. “Do you think me a fool, Valerie? You first bring up a solution to end the memories you keep having and suddenly you were poisoned? now you want to claim innocence?” he was panting heavily as his voice went hight with each question he asked.

“No!” I cry, desperation clawing at my throat. “You have to believe me, I didn’t choose this! I was pulled there, I didn’t want—”

“Enough.” His voice is a whipcrack in the silence, silencing my protests.
"why would you not believe me?" I muttered.

“You should be grateful Scylla did not let you pass, otherwise...." he took in a deep breath before continuing "And if the memories bother you that much, then...” he looked straight into my eyes, touching my head lightly.
I gasped. Trying to pull away from his hold.
It hurt. It felt as though my head would burst. Then it stopped, leaving me in a panting mess. “You should not think of it anymore”
He said, putting more space between us. “I can not take away the ones you have remembered but each time I new memory surfaces it would leave just as soon.”
I felt my heart dropped to the pits of my stomach. For some reason, I felt like I had been robbed.
“You can not do that!!” I yelled after him. panic filled me for some reason as I watched him walk out the door.
'he could not do that. he had no right. ...'
“Watch me stinky...” he said, leaving me alone in the room, quiet and frustrated.
I fell back to the bed screaming my mind into the pillow but it did nothing. everything was back to how it was, like he never came here in the first place....