Apollo released me, and these wings kept me in the sky. “You’ll choose me, won’t you?” he asked, gripping each side of my face as we hovered there. His tears were still turning to steam, his body naked, all manner of him bare before me. “You’ll stay?” I wanted to. Not for me. Not to save myself or because I thought Apollo the superior master. But for him. I also knew that wasn’t the way to help him through this grief, this particular madness, because I didn’t love him. I’d never truly loved anyone, but if I was ever to know it, I’d begun to taste it in how much the gods were capable of love
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