He was there when she woke up. She lifted her head and blinked at the stranger in surprise. “Are you all right?” the man asked, his eyes fixed on her.
Dionysus and Adriadne, MFA, Boston
She nodded but as she sat up she remembered it all–the ship, the long voyage, Theseus. He was a blow to her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She was a fool to love him, to marry him. But he was a king, dazzling her with his power, his wealth. Charming her with his talk of love. So, she had agreed to marry him. And she loved him even as he changed. Making her cry. Wounding her with his accusations, his coldness, his demands. But then, in unexpected moments, he’d surprise her with kisses and tenderness, like in the beginning. In his arms, she believed him. And she forgave him over and over.
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