That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
~Edgar Allan Poe, "Romance"~
Standing outside the door, Apollo swallowed and felt his hands getting clammy.
He recalled Peter explaining last night everything he possibly knew about love, and Apollo's mind was swimming.
I don't know if I am in love with her. I haven't even met her yet. But something in his mind told him that she was special, even familiar. Callie. Callie. Her name crossed his mind, and his head didn't even hurt. Instead he thought about the day at the coffee shop, when he smelt the variety of aromas that made his nose twitch.
He smiled, and with newfound confidence, Apollo opened the door.
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Apollo's Awakening
Short StoryApollo was always an artistic, musical, all around nice kind of guy. He danced, made instruments, learned archery, even met a couple of nice women. He was as nice as a god could get, anyway. Of course, this was all before he fell into the portal.
