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Lonely 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

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul - unknown Eugene Ari Darian's POV My eyes opened slowly to see the clock hanging loosely on the wall. It was halfway on the floor and read two in the morning. I walked to an adjacent room to what I presumed was the bathroom. A curse left my mouth at what looked to be a shower but was covered with mold and algae. I walked back out into the bedroom and simply wrote a note, thanking her for the lovely night, and went back to the bar to have a good time. Quickly, I wore my clothes, bumping into bed now and then as the jeans refused to let go of my ankle. I was out the door in minutes. It was less crowded than earlier with few people passed out at some corner and empty cups loitered on the tiles floor. Th

Eugene Ari Darian's POV It's been a while since my mother's last visit. I was expecting her to show up a lot sooner but I guess I hurt her feelings during our last meet but I wasn't ashamed to admit I wasn't sorry. She just doesn't know when to stop. I've always imagined her getting on the nerves of the gods over at Mount Olympus. But then again, they were all annoying over there, at least that's what history says. I can never be too sure but seeing my mother, I'd agree with them. Three weeks ago, I had that incident with the coffee lady. I didn't get the chance to catch her name. I have no idea what got into me, I never imagined my first real human encounter to happen that way. It never occurred to me that my blunt honesty could hurt her feelings. I felt really stupid for a guy who has lived hundreds of years. I was supposed to be mature and open. I had to accept not everyone was like me. If only I realized thi

Eugene Ari Darian's POV After the long event, we exchanged numbers. I was so nervous to ask for it, not wanting to seem too rude or forward like earlier but she took the hint and just gave it to me, it reduced my anxiety level a lot. It felt like my moves had no effect on her like they did other women and it was a mystery to me. "So what do you do?" "I'm a psychology lecturer. I once worked as a therapist but it didn't work out." "What happened?" "I-I-" I paused in my step and she did too. She turned to take a look at me before walking again. "It's a long story, one for another day." Though I knew the reason she was being silent was because of what happened the other day when I was extremely judgemental. I regretted it immediately but I couldn't possibly explain it to her or expect her to understand. "Wher

Eugene Ari Darian's POV My resumé was slightly out of date. My results were from eons ago when Mother forced me to attend school to learn the mortal ways of life. It was new to me like it was to the little mortals then but I got used to it. Learning about my god heritage made me look down on the inferior humans. They were beneath me but when puberty hit, I had to get close to them, or at least their girls.  I was back at the bar, ordering a bottle of scotch, totally minding my business when an unknown lady snuck up to me, wrapping her hands around my arms. I slowly turned my head to her, hands still on my glass. I hadn't taken a sip yet. "You look lonely," she tried being seductive but failed miserably. She had an embarrassed blush on before turning her faze to the floor and out of my peripheral vision, a couple of girls facepalmed themselves. It occurred to me they were her friends and if