Apollo: Lessons in LoveMature

“What the hell is going on here?”

Primrose stormed into my room, a deathly fury burning in her eyes. “I know you don’t like the company of humans, but the least you can do is eat with us!” She spun towards Nyx. “You,” she spat, jabbing a finger at the Dark Goddess. “What are you doing here?”

Nyx smiled in response. It was a bitter, sad smile that showed nothing but regret and sorrow for this new, twisted Primrose. “You used to be so nice,” she said. “So pleasant. One of the only goddesses of the light realm that I could trust. But now look at you! You dabbled with the dark side and now you have become more ruthless than even the titans.”

Primrose’s face relaxed, her angry flush subsided and her eyes filled with tears. “I’m...I’m...” She tried to apologise, but before she could get the words out, her bright eyes turned opaque and her pout turned into a twist smirk. It was like someone inside her was forcing her to be hateful and inconsiderate.

“It’s not like I can force you to leave,” she said in a tone even meaner than before. “But just so you know, unless you are here to relieve me of my babysitting duties, you aren’t welcome in this house.” With a girlish giggle that sounded more like a cackle, she left the room.


For a moment, Nyx and I stood in silence. We were trying to forget about what just happened and think of some way to escape the melancholy mood that had worked its way into the atmosphere.

“It’s no use,” Nyx sighed. “How long has she been acting like this?”

“When I first came here, I noticed her strange uncharacteristic behaviour, but I have a horrible feeling it’s been this way for much longer than I realised.”

She nodded. Her expression was solemn.

“As I cannot stay long, I can only tell you the basics of love,” she began. “But that is all you really need, as love is more about experience than knowledge.”

“’kay,” I murmured, more eager to learn than I ever was.

“With love, you must remember that you build your own barriers and only you can tear them down. For example, she only speaks Japanese, a language you cannot speak a word of. Yet the language of love speaks for itself.”

“It does,” I asked, confused.

“Yes. Come closer,” she beckoned. Hesitantly, I did as she asked.

Suddenly she pulled me in and placed her lips on mine, making my whole body ripple with shock. I tore myself away before she could add her hot tongue into the equation.

“Wow,” she muttered, blinking. “You really are in love! You would have never let that opportunity pass if you weren’t.”

“Don’t be offended,” I replied. “I still think you’re a good kisser, I just don’t want to kiss you.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Okay,” she whispered, steadying her voice. “It’s with great pleasure that I tell you the final lesson in love.” She grinned warmly and her eyes glimmered with hope for me.

Nyx leaned in again and for a split second I thought that she was going to kiss me again. Instead she whispered in my ear something that I would remember for the rest of my life, whether I became immortal again or died human. And then she left.

The End

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