An Attempt At Adulting

Now that I’ve mentally recovered I’d like to personally give a shout out to one Dr. John Hamish Watson for bringing back the trauma that was the horse scene in The Never Ending Story while I was driving to work and listening to The Hound of Baskerville episodes of September. Thank you king looking forward to second half in October 🥲

“Hyacinthus.” A sob escaped his lips. I opened my eyes, forcing them to cooperate. I couldn’t help the weak smile that worked its way across my lips.

“Apollo...” I whispered “don’t cry αγάπη μου.” He let out a small gasp and stole one of his hands away from cradling my face to touch his cheek with a trembling finger. Another sob wracked his frame and I could feel the cool drops of his tears land on my face. I wondered for a moment if this was the first time he had shed tears for a loved one, or had there been others before me that had been mourned like this. I prayed that I would be the last. I can’t help but feel distraught for being the one that put such sadness on his face. Deep down I know he will cry again. I can feel my life draining away, slipping through my fingers, and down into the earth. I can feel a gaze on me as I am sure Zephyr is nearby watching me die in the arms of another.

“Please” he pleaded “don’t go, don’t leave, I’m so sorry, please!”

“I would never leave you. Not if I could help it.” I murmured, feeling my strength trickle away. “I love you. Never forget that. I love you.” A last hope whispered and the last flutter of my heart came and went.

He wailed, hugging me close and cried. He cried and cried and I feared, as I now watched from a distance, that he would never be able to stop. But eventually he did. He rested his face against mine, letting out small whimpers and teary sniffs before he finally lifted up his face.

“I have never shed tears before because I had never lost something as beautiful and lovely as you. Today I lost the greatest love I had and today you will be reborn so that the world will never lose what you mean to me.” He blinked away the last of his tears and gently pressed one last kiss to my forehead. I wished with all my being that I could feel that kiss. I watched as my body melted away to become a sweet spring of bell shaped lavender flowers, standing tall where I had once laid. “Hyacinth. These flowers will be known as hyacinths so that your name will never be lost and your beauty never forgotten. My beloved.”

And that’s what I would become. Hyacinths.