We are raised being told tales of love and triumph. Hell, I should know, I’m in the damn books.

I was raised being told that there is always a happily ever after and that I deserved one.

Well, what if there isn’t?

What if bad things really do happen to good people? I consider myself a good person.

Yes, I have a special skill set where, at times,

I’ll admit to taking advantage of them.

But still, I’m good.

I never hurt someone until the day she came into my life, those thousands and thousands of years ago.

Her death was my fault. It’s always my fault. This curse is my fault.

He doesn’t waste one day rubbing that in my face.

I can’t help that I love her.

He can’t help that he loves her, too.

I wish I could die to end this constant torment. How easy would that be?

I’ve even asked Hades himself for a swift end.

But no.

Of course not.

That would be too damn easy.

I don’t deserve this.

Yet, here I am, walking back into his trap. I can’t stay away from her.

Her very essence calls to me no matter how many miles I shove between us.

The problem?

Neither can he.