Hades

VI

Ella's point of view

Days had passed since I last saw Hade's and I tried to much avail to get him out of my head. I had met Camila and Davies that evening and had spent hours at the local café chatting away about their weekend. When they questioned me about how my week had gone, I was hesitant to tell them about the mysterious man I had met at the club and again at the café earlier that week. I eventually spilled the beans and spent about 30 minutes telling them all about our encounter.

I left out the part about my weird thoughts about the strange man. I also didn't give them much of a description of what he looked like. When they questioned where he came from, I didn't quite have an answer. I mean, we never really got to that part, all I really knew was his name and the fact that he was new in town. So that's what I told them.

My answer didn't satisfy their eager minds, they wanted to know more about this man I had met. I remember sighing, knowing that I had to tell them more about him. So that's what I did, I sat there and spoke all about what he looked like.

I told them all about his dark blue eyes and how if you looked into them long enough it was hypnotizing. How when he looked at you, you felt special, like the world revolved around you. I told them about how he was godlike, how he was taller then the average man and built to perfection. I told them about how black his hair was. How it was dark like obsidian and was always neatly combed back. I told them about both encounters with him and how he seemed kind and understanding, how he was interested in what I did for a living. Something most people would have laughed at.

I told them all of this, while they sat patiently and waited for me to finish. After a while I realized how I was the only one talking and had completely gone on about some man I had only just met. I blushed deeply and scolded myself internally for getting carried away.

When I looked up Camila and Davies had a smile on their faces which only confused me. This brings us to where we are now. Me sitting sheepishly in front of my two friends after going off on a tangent.

"You're like a love stricken puppy El." Camila said with a smile on her face.

"A love sick puppy who doesn't even realize they are in love." Davies added, him too with a wide smile plastered across his face.

Love? No, that wasn't what I felt for this man. Sure, I felt attracted to him, but who wouldn't? I mean he truly was godlike.

"I don't love him." I blurted out, my eyes wide.

They both laughed at me and Camila replied with a "Sure you don't."

"Camila don't be daft, I can't love someone I've only just met. I don't even know anything about him."

"You know enough to spend the last hour talking about this man to us." Her eyes now held a knowing look, her gaze was sharp as she looked at me.

"That doesn't mean I love him." I defended.

Had I really just spent an hour talking to them about him?

"Maybe it doesn't, maybe it does, only you're the one that knows how you feel." Davies smiled.

"I don't love him." I said quietly, they both smiled at me and nodded their heads. Yet their eyes told me they didn't believe me.

For the rest of the night we chatted and enjoyed the food and each others company. Before long it was late and we all went our own ways. Camila and Davies both lived in the opposite direction to what I did. They lived about two blocks away to the north while I lived about 3 blocks to the South. So while they wandered off into the night I too made my way home in the other direction.