“Please…” Apollo said again, drawing my gaze back to him, “…stay.” I didn’t know how to tell him that I would only be more heartache. I also feared that if I did, he’d let me fall the rest of the way. But I’d promised not to lie. I couldn’t. I touched his cheek and smoothed the tears from his face that hadn’t yet steamed away because of how he’d allowed me to cool him. “You deserve a proper love story. You deserve an epic one. And I am not worthy of that.” I wasn’t. I knew I wasn’t. I might be the best at what I did, but I wasn’t the best at that.
