“Where are you?” he asked, brushing damp strands of her hair from her face. She held his gaze, and he bent to kiss her, whispering against her lips. “Live in this moment with me.” “Don’t say that,” she said. Her chest ached. “It is what you said when you weren’t real.” “I am real now,” he said. “I am here now.” She wept. “I’m not worried about now,” she whispered. “I am worried about after.” Hades cupped her face, brushing away her tears. “I will be here,” he promised. “So do not leave me now.”
