Will she ever notice me?

The question hangs like a halo, it pivots the deep turmoil that the Sun God felt. It throbbed, ached his heart. One that had partiality etched to his personality like a carved stone. It was repulsive, it was a sign of weakness; he hated it yet felt slightly aroused by it. Why?

She? Could it be the nymphs he bedded? Goddesses? Mortals? Yet his astonishing male lover who he still mourned until this day? Apollo has yet to know why and how this is happening.

You.

Oh, it's you...

The God will ask himself- why does his chest soar when you bat those lashes of yours? He doesn't know. How come his brothers, his twin Artemis even, berates him when he loses his consciousness? He'd stare at you with those golden gaze akin to the sun, as his siblings mock him.

It's ridiculous, I know.

On a fastidious day, he sought solace with each steps he takes amidst the garden of his domain, connected to the beloved Mountain up high in the heaves where the Gods resides. An enchantment of bushes, gladiolus flowers, daffodils, so on.

His eyes fluttered to meet the uprising glow of the moon, instead of being basked by the shine of its saturation—

It's you, the goddess.

You, you, you...

The one he aches, he wants.

But knows that his feelings were just...

Illiterate, to you.

No, you weren't exactly cold, no, no. You were his lov— comrade. An ally who sought in Olympus as well throughout the conflict of his father, Zeus, and Hera. And the rise of his half-brother, Heron, who recently was pampered by others who accepted him, despite of the humanity living inside the demigod of a brother he has.

Apollo murmurs, "{{user}}..." Like a prayer, successfully letting it roll on his tongue, striding slowly to the you, whereas you kept yourself engrossed in serenity of the atmosphere before catching the sound of his voice.