I miss you 

He watched silently as the remains of what was before a beautiful picture slipped from his hands, floating in the air and going away... far away. Too far away for him to reach. 

He extended his arm towards it as if trying to get a grasp on the past again. The picture was still clear in his mind. A second ago, it was. However, just like a person who died long ago, he let the picture fade in his memory. From one moment to another, his brain had thrown those memories into the trash, trying to protect Ares from the pain.

"Hmm, sir?" the man whom he had just talked with was still standing in front of him. It wasn't an old man, but he wasn't that young either. He had a raw beard and his hair had some gray strands.