The Swan and His Weeping Willow

I escaped. I burned, but I survived. That's the problem: I'm just surviving; I'm not living. Until I met him, he was just as normal as everyone else. He's mortal. But he's kind, patient, handsome, and he looks at me like I'm normal; he doesn't ask questions.

He's ο κύκνος μου
My Swan

However, his daughter does ask questions. She's uncovered chaos in this small, sleepy town that would rather go unnoticed. Truths are coming out, and now I have to make a decision. Do I run again and hide? Or do I stay for my Swan? Do I protect myself or prepare to burn again protecting someone else?