Chapter 39

HEPHAESTUS POV

I hissed, these past one week have been disastrous. I had tried to keep my shit together but it wasn't working. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I hit the metal scrap harder.

“You can just go and see her.” my subconscious said.

I had debated going to see her several times but I couldn't just do it. She has a whole lot of things going on in her life, I was not ready to bring my drama into her life.

I was scared and worried, once I told her about my identity I was dragging her into all of my mess. Natasha was not cut out for that shit, she deserves more than I could ever give her.

I need to stop my fantasies with her, it was not going to work and it was all my fault. Everyday I worry about her, I hope she is fine and hasn't gotten into any trouble.

Maybe my life was always supposed to be like this. I do not deserve anything good, I was useless and worthless. My shitty self does nothing but be a burden to others.