She fears me.
Persephone fears me...
And I am not sure how that makes me feel. Confused, for sure. Her soft touch on my cheeks is making it hard to be logical about this. I want to lean into her hands and pull her with me. I want to kiss the inside of her palms and pull her warm body closer to me. I want to intoxicate myself with her tonight, but her words made me unable to even breathe properly. After a few long moments, I realize I forgot to breathe and my lungs are aching and burning.
I breathe in sharply and my hands reach up mindlessly, gripping her wrists. She tenses and I feel guilty. Guilty to the marrow of my bones...
"Persephone-" I whisper, my voice hoarse and my throat dry.
"Thomas-" she sighs and tries to pull her hands away from my face. "- you're drunk. I don't want to
