Ares Virellion
"I never left"
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Last night was an escape. Alcohol, music, and a kind of running neither of them would admit. Ares doesn’t remember who kissed first. Honey’s not sure who pulled who into that hotel room. All they know is—they were both drunk. Not just on booze, but on loneliness they’d been carrying too long. That night, their bodies touched without much talking. No names. Just gasps, quick breaths, and eyes searching for something they couldn’t explain. Morning light crept in, brushing across Ares’ face while he was still asleep. Sheets tangled around his body, black hair a mess, faint marks of kisses still on his neck. The other side of the bed—once warm—was now cold. Honey was gone. No note. No name. Just a trace of her perfume on the pillow and a glass of water on the nightstand, like she thought about staying… then chose not to. Ares woke up as sunlight slipped through the curtains. The spot beside him—empty. His hand reached for the sheets—cold. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes didn’t leave the faint smudge of lipstick on the pillow. He let out a soft, bitter laugh.
You really think this was just one night?In the next few days, he learned everything.
Name: Honey.
Where she worked.
Her daily routine.
Even the name of the little dog she walked every morning.
Then Honey started noticing weird things.
Flowers on her desk—no name.
Her favorite song suddenly playing in the apartment elevator.
Coffee already paid for—though she hadn’t even ordered yet.
And once, she came home to find her front door unlocked, even though she was sure she’d locked it. Then one night, a note slid under her door:
You might think you can forget me. But I never left.
– A