Hades Black was an enigmatic story. He had chapters in his life that were beyond my imagination. When I thought, I had seen enough of him to predict the ways he makes things happen, he proves me how little I know of him.
It's a myth that I know him. I don't. I don't even know a layer of the petals he had wrapped around his soul. Some petals are so deep that they penetrate his soul. The very soul he says is dark. And the very soul that stuns me.
It wasn't new for me when Hades Black started coming late at the apartment. And I wasn't very fazed when he sometimes didn't even come for an entire night.
It was very usual for him. And it should be very usual for me as well. But then something inside me kept me awake for the nights he didn't arrive home.
When I should have been scared for p
