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Ridiculous

Rain pattered quietly around him, the mixed sounds of the wild city combining with the natural rhythm to worsen Reeve’s headache. He shoved his way through mortals busy worrying about petty problems like work and love life while his mind wandered elsewhere. The hatred he’d felt earlier left his chest ablaze an hollow.

Reeve grimaced.

She promised… The words ricocheted off the sides of his cranium, biting into his heart like frozen jaws and freezing his veins. He felt hollow. Was he? At the thought, Reeve gently tapped his chest. Much to his surprise, it made no sound. She promised! The demigod stuffed his hand in his pocket, slender fingers closing around Hawthorne. The blade dug into his leg, creating a small circle of numb from where the top split met his skin.

She promised!

Or maybe Thanatos was lying.

Would he do such a thing, just to fill him with false hope?

Or was it to make him happy?

She…promised…?

Maybe.

Reeve let Hawthorne go, biting into his lower lip hard.

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