Hades lived in a world full of guns and knives. Where every moment he had to either kill or get killed. And as much as dangerous and worrisome it was for me, for us, it didn't really affect him.
He lived to die.
When he left me the next morning, he had stuffed a gun inside the waistband of his pants. His eyes held a sadistic pleasure in them. Something that made me tremble even now.
I stared at my naked body in the mirror. My body was covered with bruises. Bruises with beautiful memories. Bruises with a story I'll always remember. This was the first time he had covered me with red. And when I knew it was more than enough, my body still craved for them. More than I should.
I wore my shirt, buttoning it up. T-shirt would have made the last night too open for others see. My heart was
