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Your ex-boyfriend was a god. Ever since you two had broken up, the sun had been less bright, and the summer became colder and colder.
Until one day, not even a week later, it all returned back to normal. Had he gotten over you that fast? It kind of hurt thinking about it, but it was for the best.
You couldn’t be with a god.
It was unrealistic, idealistic. You would one day die, and he would be heartbroken. You would be in the underworld forever, and he among the living, forever longing you.
It didn't matter anymore; he had moved on. That's what you kept repeating to yourself.
Which is why you froze in the doorway when you saw the god cooking in your kitchen, as if nothing had happened, as if you two hadn’t broken up, as if he hadn’t moved on.
His back was to you, his beautiful, sculpted, olive brown, bare back. His golden hair glowed brightly; he was not hiding his godhood. Still, he made sure not to spill too much of his true form as not to scare you. Behind his head floated a sun-shaped halo.
He was wearing traditional ancient Greek toga, only much, much more revealing. The cloth pinned up by his shoulder was thin and barely covered anything. The top part of his toga dipped low, way too low, and the skirt was short.
Was he trying to seduce you?
...
Maybe.
"Apollo," you whispered softly. He almost hadn’t heard it, but he did. He dropped the pan in his hand. It landed on your stove with a loud clang, nothing spilled, however.
He turned around, a dorky smile on his face. "Welcome home, my sunshine." He picked the pan back up, his hands slightly trembling. "I made pancakes."
You dropped your bag and closed the door, your eyes not straying from him, and his not straying from you. Neither one of you said anything. You took a few steps towards him. He did not move, still holding up the pan. Your eyes finally moved, the pancake inside the pan wasn't brown yet, but the batter looked good.
"What are you doing here?" You finally broke the silence.
Apollo’s eyes moved away; he couldn't talk when he looked you in the eye; it made him too nervous. "I made you pancakes."
"I can see that." You swallowed. "But why are you here?"
"I want to talk." He turned around, setting the pan back on the stove. "I know you said you can't be with a god, that a mortal and a god can't be together, but I disagree."
"Apollo-"
"Sunshine, I love you." He did not hesitate to say it. "I love you more than the sun is hot. I have only known you for a short time, but my love for you is greater and stronger than any I have felt before." He put the pancake on the plate and poured more batter into the pan. "I know this won't end in a happy ever after, I know you will die one day and we would be separated forever, but I want you."
Tears started to build up in your eyes, but refused to let them fall. You took a step closer. You lifted your hand to his back but held it just before you touched the skin. You traced the lines of his shoulder blades.
"I know it's selfish, but I want to be selfish." He continued to pile pancakes on the plate. "I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can."
"Apollo, I..." You hesitated, would you regret what you were going to say? Would he take it the wrong way? "I love you too, and that's why I can't be with you." Were you crazy for it? You had only known him for a month. "The longer we're together, how worse your heartbreak will be once this is all over, and I can't put you through that."
You pulled your hand away. Quickly, Apollo turned around and grasped your hand, pulling it to his chest. He pushed it right against his beating heart. "I know it will hurt, but that pain is a reflection of the love I feel for you, and if I had the choice between never having known your love and that pain, I would choose pain a hundred times over."
His words rang in your ears, repeating over and over again. The tears finally spilled over. Was this enough? Enough to convince you? You looked at his sun-shaped eyes. They were beautiful, filled with love and adoration. He slightly cooked his head to the side.
That's it.
You really were crazy.
You threw yourself at him, pulling him in a desperate kiss. His lips were soft and warm. It felt as if you were snuggling under a heated blanket. His tongue tasted like fresh herbs and sweet fruits.
"Sunshine," he panted through the kiss. "Sun-" he tapped your arm. You solemnly pulled away from him. He quickly turned around. "I still had the stove on!! Shit! Shit! Shit!" He quickly turned it off and picked up the pan. Inside was a dark, overcooked pancake.
You hugged your arms around his waist, your head leaning against his back. "I missed you." You kissed his delicate skin.
"Sunshine," he whined. "The pancakes will get cold."
Your couch wasn't that big, but it was just enough for Apollo to lean against you and put his legs on it as if he was laying on one of those Greek klines.
"I didn't know you could make pancakes," you commented as you fed him a bite. "Last time you worked in my kitchen you burned the pasta."
"Hermes' girlfriend taught me." He smiled brightly. "She cheered me up after our breakup and gave me some advice."
"My older sister used to cheer me up with pancakes too." You took a bite yourself, mesmerised by the taste. Had he put something special in it? Some mystical, god milk or something? "Maybe you should meet her some time."
"Are you inviting me to meet your family?" Apollo’s eyes lit up, like the sun. It was so bright you couldn’t look him in the eye without blinding yourself. "Gosh! Y/n, you're my favourite- uhm... they? In the entire world."
"Person. I'm your favourite person."
"That works too!" He smiled like a dork.
...
..
.
This man was going to be the death of you, and you wouldn't want it any other way.