I looked out at the grey horizon. Blank and dull. The love I had for the boy in my arms swelled in my chest as I watched the sun rise up behind the clouds. I just wished that Apollo could watch this memorable moment with me. I fiddled with the garnet pendant he had given me when he had shown me his magic. I sighed and looked at him. I stroked his freckled face. I parted my lips and whispered my favourite word. "Sun." That is what his name meant, the sun. I was privileged to be a Leo.
I nuzzled my head against his shoulder as the sun started the day all over again. The repeat was so simple, I wished it would work for me. . .