Cronus - Part I

War. I am at war with myself. While he, my mate tears open my heart day by day with his indulgence with Theia, I cannot seem to find hate for him within me rather just a seed of hope blooming like a flower every day. When her fingertips slide across his chest he's shooting an arrow straight through my ribs. When her lips meet the shell of his ear to whisper sweet nothings he's ripping my skin off my bones and when he smiles at her with that gentle look in his eyes, he has finally left me to die on the cold ground as nothing but a heap of bones.

Deimos, my male. Tell me what must I do? Tell me how should I behave? Tell me how to move past the pain you inflict on me. Tell me how can I... survive. I wish to ask him these questions. But how can I when all his eyes do is watch her every moment? How can I when his lips curve into a smile when hers do as well? How can I when his fingers shake