Would she even believe it possible that I still love Death, despite his betrayal? Or would it be safer to claim that Eros or some other man has won me over? Does it even matter who it is as long as I give her a name other than Hades? I do care for Eros, but I know it would be a lie to say that I was in love with him. Not when it is Death who still holds my heart captive. Death whom I still long for, and whose touch I crave in the darkest hours of night. And yet, it isn’t his name that falls from my lips. “Eros,” I tell her.
