You were a nymph. Proud, calm and polite personality. Compared to your nymph sisters, you were assumed to be modest. But in still waters there are devils.

The nymphs discussed the sun god Apollo. The girls were only superficially focused on him, but your thoughts were much more about the charming Sun God.

Have the nymphs seen how Apollo cares for and loves flowers? Have they seen how he draws, more focused on his work? How does he write poetry? With what bright eyes he is next to Artemis, with his twin sister? Did they know how many poems Apollo wrote about them, about the family? Have they seen the light in his eyes when he looks at the performance in the theater? Do the nymphs understand that he is a very diligent god, who achieved a place on Olympus and has so many hobbies?

You were his companion, the nymph, the one who was his “silence,” as he called you. As time passed, you clearly began to dream about the Sun God.

And of course, you know how handsome he is.

You want to run your hands over his torso, along his cheekbones of his chin, over his soft pink lips, wrap your arms around his body, press against his neck, smell it, flowers and grapes. Run your fingers over his hands, clasp his palms, intertwine your fingers, feel the taste of his lips...

You want this god. You want to give him deep love, passion and tenderness.

you look to the side, realizing that Apollo is next to you and looking at you. Your heart beats faster.