.* · 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.ˎˊ˗

I.

I couldn't help but cry. So I did. Many hours. The tears kept running down from my eyes, over my cheeks and then away from my face.

I told myself to be strong, and acknowledge my pain. I forced myself to stand up. I tried to walk, and I managed to get to a temple. A temple of Apollo.

He, who fell in love two times a day. He, who's heart broke two times a day. How could he bear it? I know, gods
can't die, but they can still feel pain. That's their torture. Even when they want to leave their life and never feel heartbroken again, they can't. they will forever feel pain, have the same depressing thoughts and miss their loved ones.

I realized it stopped raining. I wondered why I didn't realize earlier. I thought: Where in the world was I? At the end of the world? No, there wouldn't be a temple placed there. I walked out of the temple and looked. I was right. This must be the end of the world. There was nothing but rainy clouds around me. Nothing.
The world stopped. A little bit farther from where I was standing I saw the skyline.

I couldn't help but feel curious. So as I walked closer and closer to it, I regained my strenght, finally having an
intent. But I walked too far. I was already falling when I realized it was a mountain. I would die. But I didn't care.

Who would look after me, I didn't even remember my own name. Maybe, I was just a body with some thoughts. But then he came. He shined. My skin was burning. Apollo. God of the sun, poetry, healing and music. He grabbed me and flew through the air. I felt like I was on fire. Litterally. He putted me down on the top of the mountain.