You do not bleed ichor anymore. This is the colour of wine and this is the smell of the sea on a winter's day. Do you remember what I told you? That the hollow in my chest in only human? I think it was a lie. I think you are hollow, too. Olympus fell too long ago and everyone knows heaven is only a lie. Our love is a myth and even I do not believe in it. You're too bright and I think i could be burning.