You had formed a beautiful relationship with a mortal. Hyacinthus was the love of your life. Everything about him was absolutely perfect. You couldn't imagine a world without him. You were so grateful that you didn't have to.

Today, Hyacinthus had a bad day. You watched him from Olympus. You physically recoiled every time he did something to express his anger or sadness. He prayed to you. Many times. You couldn't take it anymore. You made up some excuse to go see him. The prince of Sparta himself. Your... whatever he was.

You went to his room, gently closing the door behind you. He lay in bed, upset and tired.