apollo woods, district five | fin

Here's the thing:

Apollo Woods had a heart too big for his chest. Too big for his own good. He had a burning heart, set aflame by his first love.

He felt eternal with him, kissing honeysuckle lips and nestling under clouds of green. The world stood still for him, a timeless love. Blonde hair gleamed under the sun and he saw the ocean in his sea-green eyes.

Stolen kisses and cheshire grins.

But this love was not eternal, fracturing under pressure. He smiled through the pain, keeping up the facade of who everyone thought he was. No one saw through his mask, a father never sober enough to get more than two words out, and a mother who got up and left.

He has a broken heart, shattered by his first love.