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A short story written by me. If someone reads this and likes it, i’m glad about it.
Once upon a time there was a mortal whose spirit was on the edge of the underworld. She was lonely and that caused her great pain. She wasn't always like this; she used to be full life and happiness. Her loneliness began with her soul which little by little was drowning in Acheron. Her friends, realized her isolation, they left her alone because they thought she no longer loved them. Since then her loneliness has been killing her.
As her body wandered, she saw something that caught his attention; a fair full of happiness. The mortal thought that perhaps that would make her less miserable.
That same day at the fair she found something that she’d lost; friends. She had made friends. The friendship offering that they made, saved her from continuing to drown in that river of pain into which she threw herself.
She was very fond of her friends, especially one. Maybe she had fallen in love with her. She wasn't the cutest mortal in the world, but she wasn't the ugliest either. Her friend was very smart. The mortal could only think that her friend is perfect. The mortal was happy only with friendship, she was afraid of losing it because of Cupid. She knew well that Anteros was not on her side.
The mortal and her friend eventually became very close. They went together to a lake to read, paint or chat. Sometimes they just lay together to watch the sunset. They were happy.
Everything was fine, until one day she and her friends found out. Mors had taken his platonic love. It felt horrible and sad. Why were the gods so cruel to her? she asked while crying. Before burying the girl, the friends put a mite under her tongue so that she would not be left in the river of pain. And the mortal says to the cold body: "Wait for me on the shore of Acheron, to go with you to Lette and thus, perhaps Pluto will let our spirits reincarnate."
The mortal decided that before Mors took her away, she would not waste her short life in pain. She would seek help from someone who understood her to be able to go after her platonic love.
—End.
There is also a spanish version.
```✧･ﾟ: * En la Orilla de Aqueronte *:･ﾟ✧```
Érase una vez una mortal cuyo espíritu estaba en el borde del inframundo. Se sentía sola y eso le causaba un gran dolor. Ella no siempre fue así; tenía mucha vida y felicidad. Su soledad empezo por su alma que poco a poco se ahogaba en aqueronte. Sus amigos al darse cuenta de su aislamiento la dejaron sola porque pensaron que ella ya no los quería. Desde entonces su soledad la ha estado matando.
Mientras su cuerpo deambulaba vio algo que llamo su atención; una feria llena de felicidad. La mortal pensó que tal vez eso la haría menos desgraciada.
Ese mismo día en la feria encontró algo que perdió; amigos. Había hecho amigos. La ofrenda de amistad que le hicieron la salvaron de seguir ahogándose en ese río de dolor al cual ella se tiró.
Ella le tenía mucho cariño a sus amigos, especialmente a una. Tal vez se había enamorado de ella. No era la mortal más linda del mundo, pero tampoco era la más fea. Su amiga era muy inteligente. La mortal solo podía pensar que su amiga es perfecta. La mortal era feliz solo con la amistad, tenía miedo de perderla por culpa de Cupido. Ella sabia bien que Anteros no estaba de su lado.
La mortal y su amiga con el tiempo se hicieron muy unidas. Iban juntas a un lago a leer, pintar o charlar. Algunas veces simplemente se recostaban juntas a ver el atardecer. Eran felices.
Todo estaba bien, hasta que un día ella y sus amigos se enteraron. Mors se había llevado a su amor platónico. Se sentía horrible y triste. ¿Por qué los dioses eran tan crueles con ella? preguntaba mientras lloraba.
Antes de enterrar a la chica, los amigos pusieron un óbolo debajo de su lengua para que no quedara en el río del dolor. Y la mortal le dice al cuerpo frío: “Espérame en la orilla de Aqueronte, para ir junto a ti a Lete y así, tal vez Plutón deje nuestros espíritus reencarnar”.
La mortal decidió que antes de que Mors se la llevará, no desperdiciaría su corta vida en dolor. Buscaría ayuda de alguien quien la entendiese para poder ir tras su amor platónico.
— Fin.
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