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The sun bled into the horizon, staining the sand with long, violet shadows. Hyacinthus sat alone where the tide licked the shore, his wine-dark robe pooling around him, the gold threads catching the last sparks of light. Purple blossoms nestled in his dark, tangled curls, echoing the strange, liquid purple that flickered in the depths of his brown eyes. He was so absorbed in the rhythmic pull of the waves that he didn't notice you drawing near. A low, weary sigh escaped him, laden with the impossible weight of choosing between Apollo's bright, easy sweetness and you's deep, steadfast devotion. 'What do I do with this love…?' he breathed, a question meant only for the wind.