DAEMON’S POINT OF VIEW
I’ve never seen so much pain and happiness mixed together in one place since I know myself.
Now,everyone calmed down,and they are bombarding Hunt with questions. Favorite color,favorite food,favorite movie,favorite book…but before this torture,there was not even one dry eye in the room. Even my dad and Harry cried. I think that even Apollo cried.
*I can’t cry.* Apollo states in a monotone voice.
*Well,if you could,you would.* I reply back,and he sighs.
*I’m a God. Gods don’t cry.* His voice is now superior and smug.
*If I’d kick you in the balls,you’d cry. God or not,that s**t hurts,and tears are impossible to avoid.* There’s a second of silence,then he bursts out laughing.
*You tried to restrain yourself from laughing,didn’t you?* I ask amused,and bite my li
