Not exactly Apollo, but he's included. This is more about... All of the gods... Anyway, I'm so glad I picked back up on this story! I forgot how much I loved writing for PJO

So... Enjoy!

T is for Time

Time passed differently for immortals.

They didn't see time as minutes, hours, day and weeks and months and years.
They saw it as decades and centuries and millennia. What may seem like a long time for a mortal could be the equivalent of a day for a god because when you live forever, you don't have to worry about sleep and looking after yourself and all those trivial things humans did.

Nobody was more aware of this concept than the mortal lovers of the god's. The human who had fallen for them and promised they'd always love them and who eagerly awaited visits from their divine loves.

The last time Melanie, lover of Apollo, had heard from him was three years ago. A simple phone call saying "He'd drop by soon."

Carla, who ten years ago had fallen for Hermes at the age of twenty, still waited for a gap in his busy schedule for a visit.

Matthew, who'd been entranced by the beautiful Aphrodite, still had the scented card she'd had delivered four years ago letting him know she still thoughts about him and would catch up soon.

Angela, lover of Apollo; two years. Thomas, lover of Demeter; thirteen years. Matilda, lover of Ares; nine years.

Four years. Sixteen years. Twelve. One. Eight. Six. Seven. Twenty. Thirty. Sixty.

And while mortals tended to remember those who they loved, and cherished the memories their whole lives... Well, that was different for gods, too.