Him

If there’s one thing I hated whenever I drank beer, it is the hangover. That tang taste on my tongue and my ridiculous headache. It’s a good thing it’s weekend. I can wake up whenever I want.

And being single, means no date at weekend and no plans for anything.

Good.

I’ll just stay on my bed and stare at the ceiling of this room. I can actually stay until evening doing nothing. Not unless I didn’t feel hungry.

I feel my stomach crumbling as if asking me to cook even it’s just noodles.

My fridge is almost empty. I can see only two cans of lemon juice, a butter that I think aged there for a while and a few snacks that I didn’t even plan to eat at all. I gradually close the fridge and then check the cupboard for some cup noodles. Good thing I found one. Better do the shopping later.

As I sit idly, lots of memories start to knock on my head. Like, why now?

I look to my right to see some photo frames still lining on the side of the living room. Family pictures, and her’s. Why haven’t I put the picture out yet? I don’t know. I just think that her photo is a reminder that she’s been here. That she become a part of me.

I just need a confirmation, or maybe a reminder that I had a chance to be with her. Sounds cheesy, but it is what I’m thinking right now.

My eyes start to get blurry. And then I know tears are now falling. Damn. I don’t want to be emotional when I’m alone like this.

I cleaned the table and then went straight to my room to sleep some more.

Maybe soon I’ll be able to move on.

Soon.

Her

My eyebrows are now twitching; I’m trying to finish my work so that I can relax a bit.

Not until this guy came over and starts blabbering nonsense to me.

“Ares, if you want to discuss fighting strategies, my sister can help you. Athena knows more about this.” I can’t hide my annoyance. Because in all seriousness, why would a goddess of love plans war? That’s insane.

“My love, you need to understand that I just want to share some knowledge to you.” Ares said it in his sweetest voice.

“You know what, I don’t need it. And don’t call me that!” I’m so done. Ugh!

“Ouch, so mean! I’m joking, I’m joking, Aphrodite.” Then I saw his natural smiling face. Being the God of War means he has to hide that kind of smile? Ugh, I’m not agreeing that he’s good looking.

Ares is such a play boy, I don’t know if it’s due to him being the god of war or because he’s good at being the god of war. Lots of goddesses want Ares to be their consort; I wish I can see why. I just rolled my eyes thinking about it.

I put down my parchment and looked straight at him.

“What do you want, Ares? It’s not normal for the god of war to go see the goddess of love. It’s so contradicting.” I put both my hands and cross it to my chest.

“I’m just visiting a friend. Nothing more.”

I look at him in disbelief, I’m about to throw my book at him, when suddenly-

“Your father wants to see you, Aphrodite.”

And then I feel my strength leaves me.