Now I knew why the apples that grew here were gold. Everything was gold. There was no escaping it.

I had awoken with the words burning in my mind. They were cryptic but they were my anchor. It was a plan and a blessing, and I'd needed both

Heir of Argos. Blessed by Hera. To prove her claim to the throne, Daphne must retrieve one of the Goddess Hera's illusive golden apples.

Now, as the raging, cold water rushed up to meet me and darkness consumed me, I knew, truly knew, what they other name had meant.

“Say my name, darling. Let me hear you say my name. Let me hear you say you love me.” But only silence spoke to him.

Together, they nodded. “There is nothing left for us to do but live … truly live."

“I’m waiting. Like I promised I would be.” But I knew I could wait no longer. With a deep breath, I let go.

Your grief is not big enough to stop the world, just as your love was not big enough to stop death. That is the cruelness of life.