My breathing was a little broken, and I noticed my shoulders shaking slightly. Was I upset? I didn’t recall ever feeling sadness before, not even after the death of Phaeton. No, this wasn’t sadness. It was more a painful emptiness. No one, male or female, had ever gotten over me. The majority had remained devastated for the rest of their lives. Clymene walking away from me was a new experience. I didn’t like it.
I sighed heavily, allowing a wave of relief to wash over me. At least I knew Clymene was alive. I hadn’t driven her to take her own life as rumours had suggested, and Asia had said she was doing well. Now all I had to do was to see this with my own eyes, and I would be free to live my life.