He wasn't the best boyfriend.. He always had to complain about almost everything, had a drinking habit and was a Casanova..

But there I was: on the sofa of my living room crying because of his death.

He had an awful accident while heading back home, drunk again, and by losing control of the car he went on the opposite lane to be full hit by a truck; that was what the policemen and doctors told his family and me.

I stayed at my place for a few days without any contact with others and being alone crying... until a day I finally decided I shed all my tears and wanted to put an end to that pathetic state of mine. So I wore a dark outfit of jeans and t-shirt and in that grey and rainy evening I headed to the nearest pub I could find on my way.

Walking around the city for almost good thirty minutes I finally found it in a rather quite dark alley. I didn't mind, after all a sense of darkness had already began appearing in my life since the day of (e/bf)'s death; I walked in and noticed that the pub was quite elegant for being in a dark area and emanating a mysterious air.

I sat down at the counter and ordered for a really strong drink while the waiter gave me a puzzled and worried look; I caught glimpses of my surroundings and sighed until the man came back.

"Ehm ehm...". The cough from the waiter brought me back to reality.

"This is your order, miss." he smiled at me and then went back to work.

I drunk my cocktail slowly by taking breaks in between to reflect about life especially mine. I didn't look at the hour but it seemed a good hour had passed; outside it was dark and the street lights were on since there was reflects on the windows.

"Excuse me, lady" a voice startled me and I searched for its source.

In the background, at the entrance of the hall and leaning against the door frame, a man in a dark suit and with short black hair (lacquered hair back, to be more precise) was standing.

"The closing time of the pub has long passed, madame" he spoke fluently while smoking and approaching to me to be more visible.

"I-I'm terrible sorry, mister. I lost track of time.". I was looking at the ground and talking with a feeble and cracked voice. I couldn't look at him even though I was curios and my eyes were glued again at the empty glass; I tried to hold back some tears but I wasn't strong enough to hold back a sob.

"M-may I stay bit more, please?" I cried and the mysterious man remained silent but came nearer, went at the counter and was preparing something. Then he handed me a cup of tea while he was sipping a glass of wine.

"Something happened, dear?".

"I-It's nothing" andthen I wiped my cheeks. "Actually I wish I couldn't cry anymore and feel nothing" I whispered.

He went out of the counter and sat next to me. I felt his hand on mine; it was reassuring... in that moment I raised my eyes to meet his and they were of a clear, piercing and cold blue colour.. and I sensed a San feeling in them.

To be a mysterious man he was really captivating. He could be light-skinned but his cheekbones, his eyes and goatee made him utterly elegant and breathtakingly attractive.

With his thumb he caressed my cheek making my heart beat faster and wiped away a tear.

"What is the cause of your pain, dear?".

"My b-boyfriend passed away a week ago in a car accident.". I vegani feeling like I was breaking down and actually I was.

"I'm really sorry for you".

"...actually I don't even know why am I feeling so pathetic and sad. I should be happier... I mean, he wasn't the best boyfriend. We quarrelled very often, he had a drinking habit and I knew he cheated in me sometimes since he was a Casanova. Why? Why am I feeling like this?". I sobbed into my own words and covered my face while crying... until he took my hand and made me look at him.

"Because after all and beyond that awful personality of his you really loved him. You loved and kept on loving him.. you are kind-hearted woman and you hope to see in everyone a good side even though they are completely bad guys." He wiped again my tears and continued. "While he was being a complete douche at you... You truly don't have to be sad and sure as hell HE didn't deserve the love from such a loving and caring creature like you.".

"T-thank you" and then blushing I took my bag to go back home.

"It was a good talk. I don't know but you comforted me somehow" I confessed at him.. and then, on the point of opening the door, he stopped me.

"We talked a bit but I didn't have the chance to know your name" he chuckled.

"Oh..I'm (name). What's yours, if I may ask?"

"My name's Hades.".

At his name I cracked a smile. I thought by myself.

"I really don't have to.. but as you are here would you join me for a dance?" he asked me.

"Woah..I don't know what to say..." I was taken by surprise.

"Maybea 'yes' would be well accepted" he smiled.

"Okay then".

He took me to the platform of the room next to the bar and put some random music.

The song was one and took my hands in the usual way for a slow dance...

I loosened up at the rhythm of the song and of the dance and closed my eyes. I could have sworn I felt my heart finally at ease and beating again with love.

I raised my eyes at him and looked into his captivating eyes and smiled.

And then another tear came down my cheek... but this time it was for happiness.

"Please stop these tears now. Your dark period will be fading from this time on... Stay with me and I promise you will be cherished again. Two broken hearts are made to become one, remember this". And out of the blue he gave me a quick peck on the lips.