They are picture perfect. Until they aren't. One day, Aphrodite was over at Sappho’s. She finds her desk and her quilt pen. She smiles.This is where the magic happens; her letters are how she fell in love with Sappho. All of them are the same— pink and with a lovely floral scent. All of them are dedicated to Aphrodite. Except one. Then, she looks at a journal with all kinds of love letters in it. Smiling, she starts reading them. It is a bit peculiar that these letters aren’t pink. They have the same scent, except for one. Except two. Except three. Actually, this entire journal is not meant for Aphrodite.

These letters are dedicated to Dione. Her mother. She can’t believe this. She thinks back to all of the times where they were together with her mother. She thought she was receiving her mom’s acceptance. Aphrodite sees red. She acts quick without thinking. She cuts Sappho in half. While one would once have to practically break their neck in order to look up at Sappho, a tall, masculine woman, it is now quite the opposite. You could not even see Sappho at eye level, you would have to lean your head completely down. Stealing Sappho’s height is not enough revenge.