[Trigger Warning:Mentions of domestic abuse. Please read with care.]
"Athena!" Elias reprimanded strongly with a disappointed look. "Not another word from you."
Athena pushed to her feet, grabbed a bottle of wine, and stumbled out in a hurry.
She's drunk.
When Ares attempted to move, I was already up on my feet and scurried out.
"Athena!" I called as I chased after her, but she was quick on her heels until I could no longer see her.
"Athena!" I swirled around the hallway, holding my head momentarily.
I have had too much to drink.
I shook it off and continued my search until I finally found her. Athena was outside, seated close to the water fountain, the soft sounds of the running water filling the air.
I sighed, going down the stairs, careful so that I don't trip.
What am I even doing here?
I don't have an answer to that question; all I knew was I wanted to be here, and I had a feeling she needed someone.
