I had expected Hades to move out of my apartment when I walked out of my room. I had expected him to never see me again. But he was there, in the kitchen, cooking for me as usual, as if nothing had gone wrong between us. He greeted me the same way, as if I hadn't got to know that he was betraying me.
I had expected a lot of things when I walked out of the house, and none of those expectations occurred in reality. Because he was still there in the apartment, not ready to move out. Not ready to leave me.
"Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?" He asked me, and I blinked at the enthusiasm his voice had.
Did I really witness those hurtful moments last night, or were they just a figment of my imagination?
"What are you doing in this apartment, Hades? I thought you left." I said, an
