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APOLLO
Purple. Purple. Purple.
The sky has become purple today.
For the sake of all the fucks in this world, can Hyacinth just come back and do me?
Or let me do him?
Even my vicinity has his colour.
He has his colour on me.
Even after all this time.
Seriously, does he not know how to go away?
Not that I’m telling him to go away. But it would certainly help.
Or atleast I hope it does.
All these years have gone by and yet he manages to make me want to leave the world and run to him.
Or just die, so that I can run to him.
Either way, he somehow makes me want to run to him. To chase him through the day and be in his arms at night. To be with him, nonetheless.
What sort of divine magic does he even use? Don’t say the ‘power of love’.
That’s there certainly but I refuse to believe that he has occupied my every moment of thought. I was supposed to move on.
But I haven’t, if that’s not obvious to any of you.
If I could I would just go to the mortal world, become a mortal and call for death the first chance I get.
I’d pray to Hades everyday just so that I could die early.
I also think I want to take flowers and some chocolates with me to the underworld, so that I can give them to my prince when I die.
That can be done after he steps on me though.
Crazy, right?
I know.
You don’t need to tell me that I’m a goner.
I already know I am.
Save your words to tell them to Hyacinth.
Gosh, I miss that pretty bastard.
I guess I like him a bit too much.
AGHAKDNDYIIENYISNFDIHEK!
Can’t I just set already? I need to look at his painting and probably need to make another one.
I also need to tell Hermes to ask Hades if he can consider putting me in the underworld for a few weeks.
Actually, make that a few years.
No, scratch that.
A few millenniums would be fine.
It’s a small amount of time but what can I do?
Yes, I’m greedy. Yes, I need my time. Yes, I need my space.
No regrets.
But I still think that ain’t enough time.
What I think is enough time is me being with him until the very end or him becoming immortal and being with me till the world ends.
Anything before that is a short period of time.
I still think about it every day.
He was such a kind soul.
He had so much potential and talent.
And yet the heavens didn’t take him.
Yet they didn’t show mercy.
In fact, they were the ones who planned it.
And yet, I couldn’t do anything. I wasn’t able to.
And yet, I miss him everyday, though I don’t deserve to.
And no, I’m not a goner.
I don’t deserve to be.