Warning, this book contains some mature content which is rated 18+ ******** Eugene Ari Darian, a name meaning well-born, superior and Gift is a Greek god who knows nothing about his father. He's filled with emptiness and even after eons, he still feels the same. The only source of comfort he has is his mother who visits once or twice a month from Mount Olympus.
Lihat lebih banyakLonely is not being alone, it's the feeling that no one cares about unknown
Eons later,
Eugene Ari Darian's POV
The portrait looked a lot real like I imagined the real deal to be. The beautiful fountains in the middle of the city as the evergreen grasses keep their leaves, Zeus' statuses hung all over the city. Flogging the canvas with powerful strokes, I thought about what it would be like to be there. Laughing, chattering, and mingling with my kind.
I sighed, dropping the pitiful thought. What use were dreams that could never be actualized? My heart ached so much, it almost felt physical. My hands moved to grasps my chest as the pain grew bigger. I have been stuck here for decades with no sight of light at the end of the tunnel.
This world has nothing left for me anymore. I could have said I've seen it all as there was nothing to move me. The places were all the same. The same old buildings and statuses. They had nothing new to offer. The same history.
"You are doing it again," came the voice of my mother who stood by the door and dropped her gaze about my studio in disgust.
She looked as beautiful as she was proclaimed to be in history. Dressed elegantly and adorned with numerous pieces of jewelry, my mother looked stunning. Her lashes curled and a smile was plastered on her lovely face as she gazed at me but it wasn't her usual smile, she looked pained. At times, I think she had regrets about having me. I reminded her of a past that was probably a nightmare for her. She had to hide me away and I still wondered why. Everything about my existence was a mystery to me and whenever I asked, she would shush me up saying it wasn't right. It's been centuries, when was the right time?
"You look like death or should I say Hades," I couldn't tell if she was trying to crack a joke or if she was being serious but whatever it was, I wasn't in the mood for it. It wasn't like I showed my face to anyone to care about my appearance. Wanting to retort but knowing my mother, she'd likely have a meltdown as she was that easily offended, I just let it slide.
I tried concentrating on my painting again, completely ignoring her presence when the sound of her footsteps leaving the room rang in my ears and the sound of pots and pans kissing the floor replaced it. Not being able to cope with my surroundings anymore, I marched to the kitchen to see her bending over the gray stove, probably wondering why it wasn't turning on.
"Mother, I'll handle that," I took a hold of her hands and dumped them on the counter before she did something crazy like burning down my studio.
"I learned to cook a few things in the last century you know," she stated while crossing her hand over her breast.
I just hummed, not wanting her drama. I had enough of them in the past decades and I'm pretty sure I'll have more of them in the centuries to come. She could get overly dramatic especially at the worst times.
She was getting angry at my silent treatment and her mouth fell open but nothing came out. I guessed she realized I wasn't up for her antics.
The street below us was busy with honks of cars and businesses trying to close up before nightfall met them in the open streets. While others were busy with their hectic duties, Mother and I were having a peaceful dinner, at least it was peaceful until she opened her crazy mouth.
"What is wrong with you?" She inquired angrily with her face flaming up like hot sauce. I calmly threw a piece of my dish in my mouth and chewed lightly.
"I'm talking to you Eugene Ari Darian!" now I knew she was mad. She only used my full name when she was furious. She was now on her feet and her eyes threw daggers at me.
"I'm fine Mother," I replied lowly with my fork down. I was beginning to lose my appetite
"Talk to me son, what's wrong?" She asked more calmly this time, taking her seat again.
"I said I'm fine!" my voice snapped at her and I took the dishes back to the kitchen.
I was back in a few minutes after washing the dishes only to find disappointment heavy on my chest. She was gone. I went back to my painting thinking of the horrible dinner that took place. She was upset I wasn't being open with her but she wasn't opening up about things either. She never once told me about my family. She was the only relative I knew. I still pondered on why she never allowed me to visit Mount Olympus.
I just sighed as I knew she'd be back in a month or two while I'd be cooped up here, in my quiet little studio. I couldn't exhibit my paintings. Keeping a lowkey was prior important as my cover could be blown. Having to move from place to place once every decade so no one would notice I hadn't aged a bit caused me to have no friends. I could never visit a place twice for the fear of been noticed.
Sometimes I'd wish I would find love but I guessed I was like Athena who wasn't fazed by love. Or maybe it was because I knew I'd live longer than her and even if we got bonded together and had offspring, I'd still last longer than them and that would break my heart each time till there was nothing left.
I also wished I could die but even fate wasn't merciful on me as that could never happen. I was doomed to live forever. My mother said I was a gift but I knew better. I was a curse, to perish alone for all eternity.
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