AN: I've always had a fascination with Greek mythology (Thank you Percy Jackson.) So I decided to write this. Leave a review and tell me what you think!

Leaves blew across the temple floor, an empty and broken building that had once held joy and wonder. But the gods had abandoned us now; we had to deal with that. We had to deal with the fact that the people we had worshipped, the people that we had served were gone, that they had left without a trace.

But I couldn't come to terms with that. I had thought I was special, I visited the temple every week with an offering, when there was no one else around and he would come to me. He would dance with me, laugh with me, tell me he loved me. Hermes was his name. Famous for his mischief, I should have known not to trust him in the first place.

He never loved me. He loved how it was forbidden, how it was wrong. I knew all this and yet I still visited the temple every week, hoping he might come back to me, but he never did. I was there now, sitting on a bench across the street, watching the temple, deliberating. Should I go in? Should I allow him to keep me in this grip of despair that I had been clutched in since his departure?

No I shouldn't. I had to move on with my life. I was rising from the bench when I noticed a person across the street who was vaguely….familiar. Hoping against hope that my hunch was correct I shot across the street and stood in front of the lone figure.

"Hello?" It came out as more of a question than a statement.

"Yes." He looked up. "It's been a long time hasn't it?"

He was back.

Last note, should I continue? I can't quite decide whether to end here or add more. What do you think?