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Greek myths never seemed to depict the lover betraying the protagonist, sending him away to save all of humanity. No. She was in a particularly unique situation.
One of her own making.
With sharp eyes, she watched as the rocket sail towards the black depths of space. A steady countdown called for five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One. Separation.
The boosters fell away.
He was gone. She'd never see him again. His existence crumbling to dust before her eyes, delegated to just a memory. To just hopes and maybes. She felt like Prometheus. Chained to fate. Chained to make the hard decisions. To be the villian. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Another one. The world shifted under her feet, drawing another shaky breath. It wasn't enough.
Eva glanced down. Her hands were clean. Manicured.
But she felt the guilt drip from them like blood, like she had driven a knife into Grace's back and had it coating her skin. Her sins would never be absolved.
The Judas to Ryland Grace.
Difficult decisions had needed to be made. It had fallen to her. She had made the final choice. It had to be done.
Eva swallowed her regrets. It was too late now. His fate belonged to the stars, and she could only watch the Hail Mary disappear into the clouds.