I wish I never woke up that morning. But I did. The side of my bed housing Apollo was cold and empty. And now my heart feels the same. He left me all alone in the middle of the night and never returned. All those promises, were they just a show? How false was his fake heart of truth? But I have got no one to blame. I knew what I was getting into the moment I got into a relationship with him.

I don't regret any of my decisions, but can't help but wish my wishful dream that Apollo had followed his vows of fidelity and I would never have to see this day. A month has passed since then and now I am headed to the club – to have a drink to soothe my broken heart.

The nausea hit me the moment I stepped into as the smell of sweat and alcohol assaulted my nose. I smiled at the bartender which he returned with his own flirty one. "What would you like to take?" "The strongest one offered here." A bit of tossing and turning while mixing the drinks, he pushed a blue mixture in my hands. I had just taken a sip, taking my sweet time, to allow the alcohol burn my throat when he asked, "Love issues?" "Got dumped by my boyfriend."

"Would you like to talk to someone about it?" His gaze held such an emotion I couldn't quite place. I hadn't told anyone about my breakup with Apollo and suddenly I felt his tremendous need to speak out. I don't know why I agreed because he could have been a monster for all I care but I agreed. "I get off in half an hour. Wanna grab a few beers then?" A lump formed in my throat. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

An hour later, I was sitting at a quiet corner of the bar (as much quiet as it could have been with all the music and jazz) laughing at a joke the boy cracked. His voice lowered down an octave, "What was your boyfriend like?" The beer made my crazy but I answered truthfully, "He was the beat ever person I ever met. So caring, so loving." "When why did he dump you?" "I don't tolerate infidelity and he couldn't bear the guilt." "Oh...." "Why do you care so much?", the question made a sudden entry in my mind. He was thrown off guard, "Just wanted to offer some comfort to a fellow heartbroken person." "What was yours like?" "Mine? I was not good enough for him. I realized he was better off without me."

A little silence that enveloped us was broken by me, "You know I feel like I got addicted to him." "Addiction is never good." His smile held such a lot of pain that I couldn't even consider trying to imagine what would his relationship have been like. I took another sip from the number of can which I didn't care to keep a track of. But it was empty and I took a new one, "I got addicted to a losing game." suddenly I found myself staring into his black eyes and drowning in them. He wasn't even a blond but I couldn't resist the pull he had.

I couldn't help but wonder how I got over Apollo so quickly but both of us leant in and our lips met in a feverish urgency. When I pulled away, my lungs burning from the lack of air, the effect of the drinks seemed to settle in. I was just losing consciousness but I could swear, I saw his appearance flicker and his eyes change to blue with flecks of gold in them.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Did you like the twist? Comment if you figured it out. It is a continuation of the "Promises and Curse" story but in Percy's perspective because Percy doesn't know the real reason of the breakup and believes Apollo's letter.

Votes are more than welcome.