Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades

Usually, he came to her within a year, five at most.

But five years had already come and gone. Then six. Then seven.

And now, eight.

Moraine sat quietly at her table, staring at the dull metal of the knife in her hand.

She had been preparing ingredients for the bakery she opened in this life.

But he never walked through the door.

Her thoughts spiraled.

"Did he get tired of me?"

Dark thoughts crawled into her mind, one after another.

"Did he leave me... because I never let him get close?"

"Did he find someone else?"

The air in her lungs turned cold.