Apollo
I hated socializing.
People talked too much, words spilling out of their mouths without thinking, like they feared something would swallow them if they didn’t keep yapping.
I’d never been a fan of people to begin with. If someone offended me or got in my way, I didn’t think twice, I got rid of them. I didn’t believe in second chances. Humans had a way of taking kindness for weakness. You give them a second chance, and they’ll make the same mistake again, just with more confidence.
That’s why most people feared me.
They wanted my attention, but none of them wanted to take the risk of doing something wrong. One misstep could cost them everything, and they knew it. Even at these events, they only sent me invites out of formality. None of them actually wanted me to show up.
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