Artemis took a deep breath. He smoothed out the creases on his jacket and opened the door.
“What do you want, Minerva?” his voice was cold. Heartless. Like what he used to be.
She was looking out the open window, wearing a white dress, fluttering at the mercy of the cold night wind. The moonlight highlighted her pale features, her blue eyes, they seemed so… Hollow.
Artemis looked at her. She was a ghost. She was merely a ghost, he told himself.
“You know what I want. Because you and I, we’re no different. You know how I work, how I think, and I you. ” she turned towards him.
“You see, Minerva, that is exactly the problem. I’m tired of me. Let alone another replica of me. ” He turned away from her. ” Goodbye, Minerva. ”
“You’ll regret ever having said that. Because when I’m gone, there’ll be no one who will ever truly understand you. ” She looked at the desk, a pistol… So, so tempting.
He turns around, yet again, at the sound of a soft ‘click’. She held the gun to her head. ” Oh you’ll miss me when I’m gone. ” She smiles so wickedly, so sure that he would. Right?
His lips curled into a slight smile as he walked towards her. He grabbed her wrist as she gasped.
“Pull it. ” He dared her to.
“W-what?” She was lost, confused. And she was so sure… So… Sure.
“You heard me. Pull. The. Trigger. ” His face inches apart from hers. If this was any other situation, she would’ve been thrilled. But she was terrified. Her heart pounded so hard, in a different manner of how it used to.
“I- I…” She staggered.
“As expected of you. ” He smirked, yet again, and flung her to one side.
She fell, as did her heart, and held onto the desk for dear life. She looked down, her wrist had a red band around it. Marks. He leaves so many.
“Minerva,” He kneels down in front of her andlifts her face with his two fingers, forcing her to look at him. “Listen, you don’t need to kill yourself. Especially not to prove such an absurd point. ”
He stands up and walks away. “Because no matter what, you’re already dead to me. ”
She rests her head against the foot of the desk, staring at him. Walking away. Walking away. Walking… Away.
Dead… To you?