Ares doesn't cry.
11 May 2006
She should have told him before she left.
She should have come and teased him about his inability to deny his sister anything, no matter how embarrassing.
She should have messed up his hair again so that he'd glare and fix it obsessively, and then force him to gag down another of her terrible meals.
She should have told him that she was going to get on a boat with a godsforsaken, dickless bald guy with some sob story or other, and then not come back.
She should have let him steal another kiss, even if she was going to act like she didn't expect it, didn't want it.
She should have said goodbye.
Ares stood on the cliff where he thought he'd lost her once and turned his head up into the rain falling from the black, lifeless sky. The water ran down his face in small, cold streams, clinging to his lashes and collecting before dripping to the ground below.
He closed his eyes and pretended that he wasn't crying.