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 tunnel.
This world has nothing left for me anymore. I could have said I've seen it all as there was nothing to move me. The places were all the same. The same old buildings and statuses. They had nothing new to offer. The same history.
"You are doing it again," came the voice of my mother who stood by the door and dropped her gaze about my studio in disgust.
She looked as beautiful as she was proclaimed to be in history. Dressed elegantly and adorned with numerous pieces of jewelry, my mother looked stunning. Her lashes curled and a smile was plastered on her lovely face as she gazed at me but it wasn't her usual smile, she looked pained. At times, I think she had regrets about having me. I reminded her of a past that was probably a nightmare for her. She had to hide me away and I still wondered why. Everything about my existence was a mystery to me and whenever I asked, she would shush me up saying it wasn't right. It's been centuries, when was the right time?
"You look like death or should I say Hades," I couldn't tell if she was trying to crack a joke or if she was being serious but whatever it was, I wasn't in the mood for it. It wasn't like I showed my face to anyone to care about my appearance. Wanting to retort but knowing my mother, she'd likely have a meltdown as she was that easily offended, I just let it slide.
I tried concentrating on my painting again, completely ignoring her presence when the sound of her footsteps leaving the room rang in my ears and the sound of pots and pans kissing the floor replaced it. Not being able to cope with my surroundings anymore, I marched to the kitchen to see her bending over the gray stove, probably wondering why it wasn't turning on.
"Mother, I'll handle that," I took a hold of her hands and dumped them on the counter before she did something crazy like burning down my studio.
"I learned to cook a few things in the last century you know," she stated while crossing her hand over her breast.
I just hummed, not wanting her drama. I had enough of them in the past decades and I'm pretty sure I'll have more of them in the centuries to come. She could get overly dramatic especially at the worst times.
She was getting angry at my silent treatment and her mouth fell open but nothing came out. I guessed she realized I wasn't up for her antics.
The street below us was busy with honks of cars and businesses trying to close up before nightfall met them in the open streets. While others were busy with their hectic duties, Mother and I were having a peaceful dinner, at least it was peaceful until she opened her crazy mouth.
"What is wrong with you?" She inquired angrily with her face flaming up like hot sauce. I calmly threw a piece of my dish in my mouth and chewed lightly.
"I'm talking to you Eugene Ari Darian!" now I knew she was mad. She only used my full name when she was furious. She was now on her feet and her eyes threw daggers at me.
"I'm fine Mother," I replied lowly with my fork down. I was beginning to lose my appetite
"Talk to me son, what's wrong?" She asked more calmly this time, taking her seat again.
"I said I'm fine!" my voice snapped at her and I took the dishes back to the kitchen.
I was back in a few minutes after washing the dishes only to find disappointment heavy on my chest. She was gone. I went back to my painting thinking of the horrible dinner that took place. She was upset I wasn't being open with her but she wasn't opening up about things either. She never once told me about my family. She was the only relative I knew. I still pondered on why she never allowed me to visit Mount Olympus.
I just sighed as I knew she'd be back in a month or two while I'd be cooped up here, in my quiet little studio. I couldn't exhibit my paintings. Keeping a lowkey was prior important as my cover could be blown. Having to move from place to place once every decade so no one would notice I hadn't aged a bit caused me to have no friends. I could never visit a place twice for the fear of been noticed.
Sometimes I'd wish I would find love but I guessed I was like Athena who wasn't fazed by love. Or maybe it was because I knew I'd live longer than her and even if we got bonded together and had offspring, I'd still last longer than them and that would break my heart each time till there was nothing left.
I also wished I could die but even fate wasn't merciful on me as that could never happen. I was doomed to live forever. My mother said I was a gift but I knew better. I was a curse, to perish alone for all eternity.
Eugene Ari Darian's POV I stood in line for coffee to get my day started. It was likely one of the few interactions I got. I scanned my surroundings, looking about the tiny shop which was a few miles from my studio, my sanctuary. It wasn't much, fully packed with caffeine addicts like every morning and less later in the day. The walls were peeling off for having not been painted in years. The doors were also worn out, about to fall off their hinges. While the counter and coffee machines must have seen better days. It was really rusty but even with those flaws, they still made one of the best coffees in town. Had me wondering where all the money went. The bell from the entrance chimed, alerting the arrival of a new customer. Turning my neck to get a look at the person, I was stunned, not by her beauty but by how ridiculous she looked. She was f
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
Angeris a wind that blows out the lamp of the mind by Robert Green Irene's POVWaking up to meet an unfamiliar gray room. On instinct, I hurried and sat on the bed I was on. The duvet wrapped around me and cocooned my body like a mother bird would her child. I took a survey of the room and it reeked of testosterone. My eyes continued their scan till they fell on a male figure halfway across the room. He looked uncomfortable as his large frame was barely hanging on the sofa. He was snoring too, full-blown snores that could wake up anyone left him and that's when I giggled. Brown eyes stared at me and that was when I noticed how good-looking he was. He had that early morning look all guys had. First confusion for the first three seconds and then full awareness of his surroundings. It was cute the way he rubbed his eyes, trying to get the foggy image out
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 POVI drove calmly to the university in my Bugatti. The fluid curves, angrily squinting headlights, and exterior designs that communicate power and performance were what draw me in. I guess all gods are annoying in their way. I parked a few blocks away from the faculty building and continued on foot. I wanted to make an impression but not a rich one. I didn't want anyone to notice me. I presume they all drove worn-out cars and I scoffed internally, mortals are pitiful. I walked up to security and handed them my invite. His hand brushed over mine for a second before he took it from me. I held my head up high, readjusting my tie and ready to grace the room with my presence. I was a little impressed, the room looked nothing like it did a few days ago. The large and lofty doors were what first caught my eyes. Works hung proudly on exhibit stands, huge, pillared walls were lit
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 I couldn't believe I took the job offer. Although I had a good feeling it was to annoy my mother and make her visit. Her visits were to make sure I stayed out of trouble like I was some two years old and considering the age difference between us, it was equivalent but I still didn't feel good about it. Another part of me knew the second reason. To impress Irene which was looking kinda good. I was finally getting her to open up to me little by little. It didn't seem much but I was in no rush. I had all the time in the world, literally. After I stormed out on her and her annoying friends last night, she looked for me and apologized on their behalf not knowing I planned it all. I've studied women over the past decades and I know her type. I finally had the chance to study her and she was the type I dubbed as crazy. The type who also believed that men have the right to be vu
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