Roses in the Rain, Part 5.

The idiot zone.

That’s what Artemis and Athena called it in college— the place every budding love affair briefly occupies before it’s requited… when fate bears down on two people like evening fog, obscuring what is clear to all but them. Insipid yearning. Timidity that vanishes the moment all is revealed and confessed.

That’s the split-second thought that quirks Persephone’s lips— lips now well occupied by his.

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