Lazarus:
The candles lit the entire cottage. My eyes shifted towards the man lying in front of me. In nothing but a pair of shorts. Hades. It was heartwarming how he takes care of my needs for distractions. It's beautiful how I don't even need to tell him that I need something to divert my mind from.
The cottage belonged to him. It looked like an ancient villa. Amid woods. Between nature. The old stairs carved out from the grassy land gave me nostalgia. I remember visiting one such cottage with my mother. Her father— my grandfather, owned that cottage in Marseille.
His cottage gave vintage vibes. The interior of the cottage was as old as it looked from the outside. Still mesmerizing. Beautiful. So beautiful. Beautiful enough to make me wish to live here forever.
"Hades," I called him
