I was hiding in the reeds when I saw them. I needed to see for myself. I didn't want to believe the stories I was hearing. But I became suspicious. He was leaving the underworld too often. I don't have to tell you that is something he never does. So, one day when he made an excuse to leave, I found the spot by the river. They told me: whatever you do, don't go to the river Persephone. So that was the first place I looked.
I saw her by the shore. That girl. Her dark olive skin. I could see even from where I was that her eyes were brown. Her hair, dark and straight. I noticed that one of her arms stopped midway before her elbow. The area shaped like a soft oval. Little tramp. Why was he so attracted to her? Did he want something different than what I offered? Just look at me. I am tall and blond. My skin the color of milk. What is it about men that makes them tire of their lovers? I didn't understand. Maybe I am no longer beautiful? Then again, maybe the problem is with him. He need someone else to pay attention to him. As if me being locked away with him in all these years in the underworld wasn't enough. When I saw her, I wanted to pull out every one of her long dark hairs. But instead, I waited. I wanted to catch him in the act.
He came up like a puff of smoke from the earth and appeared before her. His usual trick. Perhaps, that's why she did it. She was blinded by fame. Little home wrecker. He appeared before her. His hair the black of ink. His skin the white of someone who never saw the sun. I watched them embrace. Watching as their lips touched each other. Like two butterflies dancing in a meadow.
But soon the two were undressing each other. He took off her simple white dress and laid it on the ground. And she took off his black tunic. They pressed against each other, totally naked. Each like a bellows over a flame. It made me mad. But also, curious. What did he see in her?
