As sadness overtakes my anger, I wonder what’s wrong with me. Why couldn’t he love me? Truly love me? Midas loves my shimmering skin, my gleaming hair. He is undoubtedly in love with my power. I gave him my heart, and I was too young, too stupid to see that his adoration was for my gold, not me. I must be defective in some way. Unworthy. Or maybe this is simply what I’m destined for. Maybe this is all I’m allowed to have. The woman who can turn the world gold has to have a check on her own greed. Perhaps love is the price of my power.
