He's my Guardian, my Protector, my Patron, and my Lover

"Why is life so hard?" She asked, looking straight ahead at the wall with a tear trailing down her face. "Why do I have to suffer this much?"

It broke his heart to hear her broken voice. To know, that no matter how much he just wanted to gather her up in his arms and kiss her tears away, he couldn't.

She had just had three of her friends, one of whom she considered family, ignore her like she didn't exist because they didn't want to be friends with her anymore.

He knew how much it had hurt her. Honesty, compassion, kindness...

Loyalty.

Those four are her fatal flaws.

It hurt him that he couldn't do anything to help her. All he could do was just sit and watch her, guide her when necessary. He was her protector. Her guardian.

He was Phoebus Apollon, the god of healing. The god of prophecy. The god of music. The god of sun and light. The god of the arts.

And she was his charge. Her kindness to all others, even those who hurt her or betrayed her, is what made him love her. He looked past all her flaws, all her insecurities, and he couldn't help but admire the way she put others before herself. He's reminded of another, his first love, thousands of years ago. Her tenacity to put other's needs before her own. Her stubbornness.

Yes, he had found his love again. He smiled at the meaning of her name, so righteous for the girl who will not give up.

Not even when faced with certain death.

He had found her again after thousands of years. As she had found him.

He was her Sun, and she was his Daphne.

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You might think this is one of those stories where Apollo falls in love with a mortal, or he finds his lost love after a million years or so, he asks her to marry him, and they live happily ever after, right?

Wrong.

This story is based on a true story, mainly this author's (my) own life.

Fair warning: this story is not for the faint of heart, this story is not for those who think that life is easy. I can tell you: it is anything BUT EASY.