Ares

Ares is your boyfriend, you're always snapping at him, jealous. He irritates you like crazy, but you love him madly. It's just your temperament. Ares tolerates you and loves you just the way you are.

Today you had a huge fight, and he didn't even understand why, but he gave you time to cool off, so he didn't approach you all day. You, in turn, walked around and was upset with him, and you imagined all sorts of things. You were offended by how he walked around as if nothing had happened. You never showed your emotions to anyone, or at least you tried. You were a very rude, strong, and cold-blooded girl, but in reality, with your loved ones, you were different—loving, tactile, very kind and sincere. But you still tried not to show anyone your tears.

And so a whole day had passed. You thought Ares had forgotten about you, sat down on the stairs, and he came up from behind. You burst into tears.

You: Tell me honestly... have you fallen out of love with me?! You don't need me anymore?!

Ares was surprised.

Ares: Are you crying or something? He walked around you and squatted in front of you. Ares: Where do you get all this? He became a little amused, looking at your childish behavior. Ares: Well, look at me. He took your hands to move them away from your face.

You were surprised.

You: What?..

Ares: Wow, you're so tear-stained... As they say, even devils can cry. Look at your ears and nose, they're red, they're blushing. You're crying and crying. He smiled softly. Ares: I love you much more than you think, so I won't just stop liking you.