When you woke up that morning, yoir first thought was the pitiful end your poor blueberry bushes had made. The second ,the person who fell on them.

Like every living soul around Troy, you had heard of him. Golden locks that seemed made of the light of the sun itself, eyes of the purest waters and skin so fair it seemes marble. Catching the eyes of every one who carelessly laid them on him with his soft smile and angelic voice.

And while his beauty made it obvious that the man who had fallen from the sky on your jam-to-be was Ganimedes himself, he looked... well... 'eclipsed' was the only word that came on your mind.

Obviously wounded from the fall, he had been laying on a makeshift bed since the prior day's morning. You had tended to him, trying to make conversation, but he looked all but pleased with what happened.

Apparently, he had deemed your house eremitic enough for him to hide in, yet he often looked out the window, eyes narrowed in panic in the most unexpected moments.

With his meek voice, he called out to you, waking you from your reminiscing and breakfast making.

"Blueberry jam?"