Years from now people will read of us. They’ll recall our names in the history books, see the words we spoke and the legacy we became, in those forgotten stories once filled with hope of a new world. 

They’ll know the beasts we slayed, the labours we faced, the wars we fought. But they’ll never know of the love we shared, and they’ll never see the words I longed to stay to you while I still had the time. 

My love you for was scattered through history amongst the stories of the great divinities, demigods and of course the epic tragedies we became. You will always find a part of us there in the forgotten ruins of ancient myths. There was nothing I could do darling, I couldn’t save us from time, from history catching up with us, or changing our story to something that we were not. 

Maybe one day, someday soon, or years down the line we’ll get a peaceful ending, a soft epilogue, a story in which the world knew we had lived.

–my love for you will always be there, you just need to know where to look.