Just to clear it up, I write short chapters. It's just what I do, okay?

Apollo had crap luck when it came to love. Whether it was a woman or man, they just had a tendency to die or turn into trees. So he gave up. About two thousand years ago, he gave up on the whole falling in love thing and settled for flings that usually only lasted for a couple of months, and one night stands. Sure, the girls were pretty, and were usually wonderful people, but he didn't fall head over heels for them. Unfortunately, they tended to fall for him, leaving the god with extreme guilt.

What Apollo didn't understand was that you can't force yourself to fall in love with someone. It usually came naturally, suddenly and without warning. And you can't prevent it, either.

That's what it was like with Damien.

Apollo was just wondering around a city, he barely payed attention to where exactly in the world he was, when he bumped into a young man, who looked about twenty, sending them both sprawling onto the ground. Damien was an attractive young man with black curly hair and chocolate eyes and his skin was lightly tanned. He laughed and offered a hand to Apollo, who accepted with a grin. "Hey, man, sorry about that." Damien said. Apollo shook his head good naturedly.
"Nah, it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. Plus, it was my probably my bad luck, too."

Damien shook his head but let it go and he introduced himself to the god.

Neither of them knew it, but it was Damien that would make Apollo question his luck.

Aw. That ending wasn't the best, but anyway. Whatever. It was hard thinking of something starting with L.