Apollo couldn't shake the feeling that Royce was everywhere. In the rustling of the leaves, the soft melody of the wind, even the subtle scent of pine needles. It was as if she were a ghost, haunting his thoughts, a constant reminder of what he had lost. His relationship with Persephone, strained as it was, suffered further.
She had confronted him, her voice laced with irritation, "Apollo, it's like you're living in a world of your own! Ever since we came back from that meeting! You’re so preoccupied with…whatever, that you’re not even paying attention to what’s right in front of you.”
Apollo had snapped, his patience wearing thin. "Persephone, I'm not ignoring you. I just..." He trailed off, unable to articulate the turmoil within him. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions -
