34. Duong jai [translation: one who climbs inside the heart]
[ nestle ]
Celiane might have died loving Apollonius, but Silvia hadn't been born loving his reincarnation (if he was who they said he was, because Silvia didn't believe he it, couldn't believe he it). Apollo was a beast, forever wild and untameable. He did not inspire love. Silvia could never love him. Never.
Either Apollo didn't hear the news, or he ignored it like he did anything else that he considered trivial and immaterial. Most things fell under that, as it turned out. Still, he burrowed into her heart, it felt like, in a moment she wasn't paying attention. He carved himself a place in there and settled inside like a fox in his den or a bird coming home to roost.
Yet... Silvia didn't love Apollo---couldn't love Apollo. But maybe she could like him, at least a little bit. Perhaps.
As he makes her heart his pillow.
A/N: Last words were a paraphrased from the final line of a poem by gentledove2 on wordpress. Reviews are love, people! xD
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