I waited.

Waiting for Clark to finish his shift, my auntie is coming tomorrow morning. This is my only night of freedom and let alone the fact my work is due in a few weeks. I look up and see Clark exiting the hardware store, he gives me a great smile as he rushes towards me.

"Well, hello, little one!"

"Did you bring it?"

"Hello to you too, and yes, I did bring it." I push him gently as we begin walking towards the drain, I need to figure out who Diávolos is. Especially after that memory.

I am smart.

I figure and observe these things.

It is six o'clock in the afternoon, and Clark is still telling me about his day as we take the right turn into the alley. I remember the drain and sprint to it, Clark following behind me and handing me the bag as we sit down on the floor. "So, what are we doing this time?"

"Cathy dropped my necklace inside, and I desperately need it." Clark nods, and I take out the big screwdriver and start unscrewing the small screws around the drain. Fortunately, Clark purchased two, which meant we could work twice as fast.

"I have a date with this boy called Ethan on Thursday." My eyes lit up.

"Are you serious? Oh my god!" I wrap my arms around his neck, he chuckles and hugs me back. "So, talk to me about him."

"He's amazing, funny but...he wants to keep us a secret." I could sense something wrong with his voice, "I just...I don't want us to be a secret...I want to go to a restaurant and show our happiness...he doesn't like public places."

"Maybe he's not ready to tell people," Clark shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm aware of it, and I understand it. I really do, but I am sick of having dates in the janitor's cupboard. This necklace better be fucking worth it," he said after unscrewing the drain lid and covering our noses from the stench.

Oh, trust me. It is worth it.

This necklace is going to give me all the answers.

I grab a stone from the floor and drop it down the drain, it is not that deep. I look up at Clarke, "go on."

"Oh, hell no! You want it, you get it." My phone rings, and I see Cathy calling. I decide to call her later, I take a deep breath and stand up. I grab the ladder and step inside, but my foot slips and my grip tightens around the metal. When I look up at Clark, he nods and says, "I'm here."

He comforts me. I take a few more steps, and he hands me the torch, which I flick open. My heart starts singing as I see the necklace; thankfully, the drain is empty, but dirt seems to find its way to my skin. I pick up the necklace and toss the torch at it before turning it around.

My eyes widen.

It could not be.

It is in Greek!

Clark and I parted ways after I spent two hours attempting to figure it out. I dash to the house because I nearly figured it out! I nearly figured it out!

I only need to type the words into my laptop to find out who Diávolos is. I dash through my driveway, pull out my keys, insert them, and close the door behind me before making my way to my bedroom. I fling open my cabinet doors and toss my bag to the floor.

I finally put it together, I pin the necklace to the back of my cupboard door and close my eyes.

This entire time.

"Where were you?" I snap my head around and see Cathy standing by my balcony door. I raise a brow of confusion. "I called you five fucking times, and you always ignore me."

Oh sugar! I forgot to call her back, "I am so sorry Cathy, I was just-busy-"

"You think because you got Ares' attention, you're all that? I needed you!" Guilt burns up the roof of my skin, she looked miserable. Mascara running down her eyes, her hair is messy. She needed me and I was not there for her.

"Cathy...it isn't like that; I was just getting the necklace back-"

"What? The necklace 'Diávolos' gave you? Oh, my goodness, you are still on that!" She is inebriated. Her index finger pounding the side of her head as she walks towards me. "Are you that fucking lonely? Do you have to make up a man from a myth? You're so depressed."

She does not mean this. She is drunk.

Drunk words are true thoughts.

"I feel so sad for you, I thought I had a sad life...but you're a living example of it." I look down to the floor, tears flooding the lids of my eyes. Do not listen to her. "Cry, cry like you always do. Why do not you women up and take it! All these fucking papers!" She rushes to my cupboard door; I shake my head rushing after her.

Within seconds, papers litter the floor, pins fly out, and the necklace falls to the ground. Two years...gone to the dump. "What are you up to?" I yell, yanking her hands away from the photos. She pushes me to the side and walks away, her gaze fixed on the shambles she is created.

I watch her feet rise over the necklace, "no! No! Cathy please do not!" She steps onto the necklace and then takes her foot off. It was in disarray. Broken.

My mind went blank.

My-I-Wordless.

"I'm helping you, something you never do for me. Our friendship. Over. Clearly you don't value me enough." They fell down my eyes as I watch, I drop to the floor and pick up the broken necklace. Trying to put it in the right place but unable to.

"Are you that jealous of me? I can see it in your eyes!" I broke, cracked.

She chuckles, "jealous? Of you. Do not make me fucking laugh, have you seen yourself? Have you looked in the mirror? I am what every man wants! (hiccups) Blonde hair, skinny, thin thighs. You are overweight, basic, and lonely. You have no thrill, you're boring."

"Cathy...go home please. You're drunk." I bring my knees to my chest; my head drops into them. I hear my balcony doors slam closed.

And I cry.

I cry because two years of my life went into the rubbish.

I cry because my best friend is not my best friend anymore.

I cry because...everything she said...is right.

Why would she be jealous of me?

I hear the sounds of scrunching paper, two hands slipping around my body before lifting it up. I open my eyes slowly, and green ones come into view. He gently lays me down onto the bed, I slept on the floor. I had no idea. He does not leave me, instead he lays down next to me.

Tears stream down my cheeks and sobs escape my lips; he shoves me into his chest, and I take advantage of the situation by crying into it. "I need you..." his fingers graze my hair. I mumble. "Please..." I raise my body and pull a sleeping blindfold from my draw. "I want to feel your face and your body. I promise not to look at you."

I pull the blindfold over my eyes and let the darkness soothe me. I hear fabric being pulled as he grazes my cheeks. I could tell he was putting the mask in my hands because of the fabric. I take a deep breath in, and he directs my hands to his face. And once I have felt his stubble, I press both of my hands against his cheeks. One hand grazed his brows, the other slid down his neck. He had faith in me.

He pulls me to straddle him, and I feel the warmth of his forehead press onto mine. My heartbeat is racing, my hands are shaking. I drag my thumb over his lips, our noses touching and grazing one another.

I allow my lips to hover over his with the guidance of my hands, he gently kisses me. I kiss him deeper; his hands attach to the back of my head. He leans down and I follow him, his hands trailing the back of my shirt. I moan softly, his lips caressing my neck.

Those sweet kisses on my neck were the key to my heart and soul, because every time he placed them there, I knew I would adore him for the rest of my life. His kiss contains the promise of years and the sweetness of longing for true love.

His lips trail down my chest, he slides the strap of my shirt down my shoulders. I feel his wet kisses on my nipple, the chilly air causing them to perk out. He sucks onto it; I tilt my head back. My fingers rushing through the back of his hair. He tends to the both of them, giving them the same affection. Kneading one and sucking one.

"I want to feel the butterflies..." I whisper.

"Go on then...feel them yourself." I could not make out his voice, and I had no idea what he meant. "Move your hips against my dick Angelos." He demands, I rest my hands onto his shoulders.

"I don't get it..." He laughs into my neck, and his hands trail down to my waist. He grips both sides before moving it against his-member. The only thing preventing us from being skin to skin is clothing, but I could feel him through his pants. I gasp as he moves me slowly and gently. He presses his lips onto mine and moves me a little faster. Then releases my hips.

"Go on." He whisper onto my lips; I rub myself onto his trousers. Pressing my hands onto his chest as I move my hips back and forth, I moan feeling the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Diávolos..." I mumble his name, "I want you to make me feel them..." His teeth sinks into my lips and drags the bottom one down, then licks my teeth with his tongue.

And within seconds, he pushes me down onto my back and I could feel him throw my legs over his shoulders.

He pulls my skirt up and moves my underwear to the side, air clashes my clit. Then his mouth takes over. I groan in pleasure from the sudden actions, his hands find my neck and grabs it.

He is a neck grabber.

I strangle his wrist with my hands.

He eats me like I am his favourite candy. "You're fucking beautiful like this..." I moan, my back arching. Heat rushes down my abdomen, I felt like i needed to pee.

I tense feeling his tongue swipe over my clit, his thumb then rubs onto it. "Cum for me Angelos...now."

He did not need to tell me twice, I released all over his mouth. Moans and screams leaving my mouth. My legs shake, and I feel him towering over me. He opens my mouth, and his fingers make its way inside. Allowing me to taste myself. I suck onto his fingers, and he replaces it with his tongue.

He settles down beside me, resting my leg onto his stomach whilst my head stayed hidden in his chest. The mask still over my eyes. "Who are you?"

"You're hurting me with those words..."

"You said 'remember me...' I recall you saying that in Greek. Tell me the truth Diávolos...please." I beg him.

"You're her."

"What?"

"The girl I love. It's you Angelos."