I and Charles are outside the house, sitting on the same bench with our laps almost touching. It's the first time that his presence doesn't make me feel uncomfortable.
I'm silently staring at the array of healthy looking greenery and plants growing on the farmland. It's time for me to go to bed but my emotions are all over the place, I'm afraid I will not be able to sleep tonight. Adonis' Mother might have shared a little too much with me when I'm not ready for it.
Knowing that the Greek God has been sick with cancer even before he met me has this sort of crippling and devastating effect to my brain. It's what I'll simply just call a rude awakening.
I'm hating myself all the more when I think about the difference between how I've been living my life and how Adonis has been living his li
