She smells like hibiscus.

It's just a something you notice about a person; like the way her eyes are this beautiful sparkling blue and the way that her hair's a waterfall framing her face.

It hadn't been a day like any other—it was just one of those days when you thought why not? and took a stroll through the mortal world.

It also happened to be the day you met that woman who changes your life.

And you see her. And you follow her on an instinct. Again, why not? It's not a stalker-ish thing at all. It's just...curiosity.

Then you notice that she smells like hibiscus.

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"Hello, there. What's your name?" you make it sound like such a casual question when really it makes all the difference.

"Sally," she says in this velvet voice that's making you melt just a little inside. But just a little because you're a god and gods don't melt. "And you?"

"Daniel," you reply, and immediately curse yourself because is that the best you can come up with?

"Well," she replies, extending a hand, "it's nice to meet you, Daniel," and the name rolls off her tongue like butter—maybe that was a good choice of name after all.

You smile in a hopefully charming fashion. "I like to go by Dan."

She smiles back. "Alright, Dan."

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"Sally?"

"Yeah?"

"I just thought you should know..."

"What should I know, Dan?"

"My name's not Dan. Or Daniel. It's Poseidon."

"What, like the god? And—it wasn't really that hard to tell. You always look like you want to cringe when I call you Daniel."

"Actually, I am the god."

"Ha, ha, very funny."

"No, actually. I could show you."

And you do. You show her.

The look on her face is somewhere between shock, love, and anger.

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"Poseidon?" she asks. For the first time, she looks apprehensive and nervous.

"Everything alright?"

"I—I'm pregnant."

"You what?" and all you can think is great job keeping that oath, but the only thing you feel is pity. Pity for the child. For your child.

"I don't even know, like, is my kid going to have these crazy...water powers...or something?"

"Yeah, probably," is all you can say.

"Okay." She's rather calm about the whole situation.

"And just so you know, this kid's a mistake...and it's not—derogatory or anything—it's just my kids tend to be really powerful and I kind of swore off siring any more children and now I've kind of broken the law..."

She only sighs. "Of course you did."

"I'm sorry," you say.

"I know. But this isn't going to work."

"We can make it. I can make you the queen of the seas, I can make you a goddess, a queen among mortals, but just...stay with me," you plead, desperate to grasp at this goddess of a mortal, a queen among commoners, an angel among normal people.

She shakes her head with a rueful smile. "I can't. I don't want to. You've got...whatever you do...to get back to. And I can't stop that. I got my share of time with you. And I think that's all that really matters."

"No, Sally, don't leave."

"I have to. And I just want you to know that there are no regrets here," she says.

Then she's gone and all that remains of her presence is the lingering flowery scent of hibiscus.

and i actually have no idea what i just wrote but i love it.

-readersarethebestwriters