I stayed in bed for a long time after that, simply reeling from what it was that had happened, and everything that came from it too. I hadn’t once found the energy to get dressed in the process of it all, but I guessed that it didn’t make much of a difference—there was no one here that could see me or anything remotely similar, and therefore, I had nothing to be worried about, or concerned about. Hades had left.
I knew that because even after my bedroom door had shut, I had heard the front door open and close, which told me everything that I needed to know. He had left, without so much as saying goodbye properly—although I didn’t know what would classify as properly for the two of us, since I didn’t know what was going on between us anymore.
I felt confused. More confused than I had be
