God's Love (Spanish Edition)

When my mother passed away, I was left inconsolable. When my father pressured me to move in with him, I became angered. When I enrolled at the Olympus school, I was... Well, I suppose one could say I was surprised. Olympus was no ordinary school.

I had never believed in any gods, goddesses, or higher beings, and I hadn't really given much thought to Greek mythology, but it's difficult to remain an atheist when you're arguing against the Twelve Olympians themselves. At some point, I managed to earn the affection of Apollo, anger his exes, and find myself trapped in an ongoing battle between the Fallen and the Twelve Olympians. Have I mentioned the part where I'm being pursued by numerous gods?

Now I have a question: What is a girl to do?

"Adellyna! Let's go," my father shouts from downstairs. "Next!" I take one last look around the room I've spent my entire life in and head towards my father. He affectionately ruffles my hair, "Everything will be alright, sweetheart. I know you're disheartened about leaving, but a fresh start would do us good." He then mutters under his breath, "I know I can do this."

The guilt hits me instantly. My mother, Kathy, passed away six months ago. Her heart had simply given out. The doctors were baffled. She was young and had no medical history. Nothing that could have predicted her heart failure. When she died, my father took it very hard. He locked himself in his room, refusing to let anyone, including me, in. It took three days to get him to eat, and a month for him to leave the house. I can't blame him, either. He had just lost his soulmate. No, we're not werewolves or vampires, just regular ol' humans.

I believe every person has a soulmate. A true other half made just for you. A soul that will mesh perfectly with your own. Given the literal billions of humans on Earth, it's highly unlikely you'll find your other half. My father was one of the lucky ones who did. Their relationship was the stuff books were written about. You could see their love shining through their eyes whenever they were near each other. They were the definition of relationship goals, and I can only hope my future relationship is half as good as theirs.

With that in mind, I promise I'll do my best not to complain about the move. I know he needs to get out of this house and this town. Where everything holds some memory of Mom.

In the past month, he's finally started to be himself again. Well, not entirely, but at least he smiles more often now. If he can smile after losing his wife, then I can get through this move without complaining.

Delos, Florida. My new home. About a half-day's drive from where I grew up. When we finally pull into the driveway, I'm exhausted and ready to collapse on the ground. However, I take the time to appreciate our new abode. It's a modest two-story blue house. There's a wraparound porch on the ground floor, and the backyard opens up into the woods.

Whoever the previous owner was, they kept up with the lawn maintenance. The front yard had flowers lining the entire path to the door. I've never been much of a green thumb, so I couldn't give specific names, but I can appreciate the care and effort put into the garden. It had a variety of purples, pinks, and reds. With two rose bushes at the end of the walkway, near the entryway. There was a small pond in the middle of the yard with a birdbath in the center. As I approached, I could see tons of colorful little fish swimming around it.

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