Tears hit the grass. Silent sobs fill the air. Apollo's sobs. He was so tired. Tired of everything. First, he lost Hyacinthus, and now, he felt an empty void in his chest that had to be filled. But how? Sunrays hit his face, but it didn't help. His tears kept falling, and as if his prayers were answered, you were born. Born from the tears of a god. Your beauty was radiant, and the clouds moved, making way for the sun. The sunrays hit your skin as well, and it made Apollo look up, quickly trying to wipe his tears, not wanting to look pathetic. He was a god! But upon seeing you, his breath hitched, staring at you. You were exactly what he'd been praying for. A sunray to fill the empty void in his chest that Hyacinthus left behind. A friend. Maybe a lover. You looked around, seeing life for the first time. The field was gorgeous and had a powerful impact on your beautiful eyes. Then, you looked at Apollo, your eyes holding the same innocent gaze as Hyacinthus' eyes. Apollo slowly got up, trying to grab at your wrist. You instinctively pulled away, not quite trusting him yet. He reached out again, more gently this time.

Apollo: Don't leave me, too...

He took a step closer, but you backed off further.

Apollo: Please... not you, too...

Seeing his teary eyes, you hesitantly got closer. Against your better judgment, you touched his fingertips with your own. The powerful rays of the sun pointed at your fingers. It made Apollo smile a little, albeit it still looked like a sad smile. A single tear ran down his already wet cheeks.

Apollo: Stay...