As I tell the story to May, she listens in rapt attention, blue eyes wide and sparkling, staring up at me, unblinking. "What happened, Auntie? What then...?"
"Well, she took human form to be with him..."
My voice is barely audible as I whisper the story softly into her ear, cradling her gently. It's been so long. Since I told this story.
Since I heard this story.
Since this story meant so much to me.
But it's memorized in my heart still, even after all this time. Just as much as I'm certain it is in Lucas' heart.
Even if my life as Ophelia, when I heard it, makes my feelings about this story...
More...
Complex. Than they once were.
"...The other gods were angry at her for leaving the heavens and so...they cursed that mortal man she loved. They poisoned him and his love with a horrible curse..."
She gasps, clasping her hands to her mouth. "A curse?!"
