Epilogue - Psyche

The dream wakes me up again. It’s been the same three nights in a row. My sister dissolves into dust and bone before my eyes and I never get the chance to tell her I’m sorry for all that happened between us. And I know someday that will happen. She will die and I will not. But before that day comes, I will apologize to her. Assuming she lets me anywhere near her.

The more I wake though, the easier it is to forget theone problem that’s followed me into immortality. As I lay curled on my side in bed, I can feel the sun’s warmfingers worming in through the cracks in the shutters, tugging at my heavy eyelids. Eros and I may be able to have our days together now, but it’s not like we’ve abandoned the night either.

“Good morning, Love.” His voice curls through the fog of sleep, rousing me with the delight of knowing it’ll be his face I see when my eyes open.

His face I see. I love this moment in the morning. Drinking in his features, quietly, without pressure or time constraints, and when no one in the world save for himsees my thirsty eyes.

“You scare me with that look,” he says.

A scowl cracks my contentment. He’s scared of me?

“Not like that,” he says, kissing my nose as he props himself on an elbow. “The love in your eyes burns so bright. I’m afraid someday it’ll burn out. That you’ll wakeup and realize eternity with me isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

Chuckling at him, I close my eyes and sigh. “Funny, isn’t it?” I say, snuggling in close to his chest.

“What?” He sounds confused, but his voice is still gentle, loving.

“I always believed my mother when she said, ‘you cannot escape what is destined.’ But here I am.” I give him a squeeze. “I guess she was wrong.”
“Psyche,” he says, and the intensity of his voice makes my eyes
flutter open again. “Your mother wasn’t wrong. You are my destiny.”

Chapter end