Copy and paste the following code to link back to this work ( CTRL A/ CMD A will select all), or use the Tweet or Tumblr links to share the work on your Twitter or Tumblr account. Exes and Ohs (3190 words) by kay_celestineChapters: 1/5Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick RiordanRating: Teen And Up AudiencesWarnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsRelationships: Apollo/SallyCharacters: Apollo (Greek and Roman Mythology), Sally JacksonAdditional Tags: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Unrequited Love, Unresolved Sexual TensionSummary: He knew the saying, how it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. He hated it with a passion.

The one thing he never understood was why he was miserable, when everyone else around him had their happy ending. • • • • • • • • Work Header. Chapter Text Exes and Ohs. Prologue:.x Memories x. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All of my memories keep you near In silent moments, Imagining you here.

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Together in all these memories, I see your smile. All of the memories I hold dear. Darling you know I'll love you, Til the end of time. - 'Memories', Within Temptation ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Present Day He couldn't forget her, no matter how hard he had tried. She rested on his thoughts day and night, consuming his very being. The more he tried to resist, the greater she would become, till the constant tug-of-war at his heartstrings proved too much and he gave up. He hadn't meant to fall in love with her, just to help her.

That's all it was, an act of good will. But yet, that act of good will had turned against him.

His intentions grew from helpful to love. He never tried to stop it, after all, how could he have known the turn it would take? It had happened so fast. He was sure Aphrodite was out for blood when she did it. Nothing good could have ever come out of it.

Nothing good ever did come out of it. For a while, it seemed, things were going his way. Life had suddenly taken on a new meaning.

That was his mistake, nothing is ever really that happy. Not for him anyway. There was always a catch, or a flaw.

History had proven that time and time again. But, he didn't want to believe it. For once in his life, he wanted to embrace it. Just for once. Was that too much to ask?

Yes, apparently it was. If heartache was company, Apollo would never be alone. It was with him at all times, when he woke, when we slept, when he laughed, when he smiled.

Heartache wasn't just company, it was like oxygen for him. He breathed it at every moment.

He had grown so accustomed to it, that the dull pain had just become a part of him, as natural to him as breathing. It just always was. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt free, that he had felt truly happy. The pain was etched so deep, it provided no clue to the life it once held. He was shrouded, covered in his own lies and denial - until it became a mask for him. He wore it dutifully, hiding any trace of his emotions. But somewhere along the way, it was no longer a mask, it had become him - it was him.

But no one knew. No one ever did.

They never cared, never wanted to know. And he was fine with that. The less interference, the better it would be to cope. No one to try and cheer him up - to try and tell him how he was feeling, how he was coping, or not, for that matter.

Peace - he would have it, no matter the cost. Apollo trudged along, his company the empty park. Topik moe svobodnoe vremya na nemeckom video. He strode silently through the snow, cursing under his breath. The snowflakes fell to the ground softly, surrounded him like a blanket. He hated everything about it - the snow, the cold, the darkness, the silence. It was just there, taunting him, mocking him and he hated it.

He had always hated winter, it was natural. He was the sun god; sunlight, brightness, and heat were all his forte - his life sources, if you may. Yet here he was, surrounded by everything opposite of him.

Winter was Artemis' turf, her specialty. Apollo stumbled slightly in the snow, and proceeded to curse some more, this time at Hades. This was after all, his fault. Not even love, lust. Immediately Apollo felt the lump form in his throat. That's what she had said when he had asked her opinion on the matter. She laughed, her brown hair flowing around her as she openly mocked the situation.