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5 YEARS AGO
Apollo was sad, which wasn't unusual for him. He felt so alone. His family, once again, treated him like nothing, and he was over it. So there he sat, on his bed with a bag sitting next to him half zipped, as he contemplated his escape from what he believed was his own personal hell.
As he was alone with his thoughts, he didn't hear his sister walk in. She stared at his brooding figure for a few minutes before deciding to finally speak up.
"Apollo." Artemis voiced. He jumped slightly, startled by her sudden appearance.
"Artemis." He replied, voice even as he stared ahead of him, not bothering to turn back and look at his sister.
"Are you going somewhere, brother." Her question more of a statement as her eyes stayed glued to the half zipped bag on his bed.
"Yes."
He sounded hollow and lifeless. Finally, he turned to face his twin sister, eyes clouded with unshed tears. She rushed to him, ladelled with shock.
"Brother," was all she managed to say before a tear rolled down her brothers pale cheek. He sighed, and kissed her forehead, a sign of his departure.
"Goodbye, Artemis." His voice echoed throughout his chamber, yet he was no longer there.
PRESENT TIME
"Simon, could you stop? Please?" Apollo grumbled, annoyed with the nerdy boy in front of him. Simon just wouldn't stop tapping his foot and it made Apollo even more nervous than he was to begin with. The incessant tapping was like a ticking clock.
"Sorry." Simon sounded sheepish. The tapping ceased and Apollo gave Simon an appreciative look. Of all the mortals on Earth, Simon was one of the good ones. He was kind and patient, and over all, extremely caring. He made Apollo feel like maybe, just maybe, he belonged.
Apollo looked up from his coffee, shaking himself out of his thoughts about mortals, finally spotting the bright orange carrot top he called his sister. Her face was fallen and sad, a piece of paper clutched in her tightened fist.
"Give me the professors' names and I will end them." Clary rose an eyebrow at Simon's declaration. "You know, with a scathing e-mail to the dean." Apollo laughed. That sounded more like the pipsqueak Simon that he knew.
"Don't bother." Clary sighed, handing the letter in her hand to Simon, only for Apollo to snatch it right out of the boy's hands, reading it under the cafe's table.
