My Shadow. My Love

Just like Apollo and his lover, Hyacinthus, death is certain. For someone who you loved dearly doesn't mean they'll stay forever within your arms, some of them just had to feel what it is to be loved so that they can now be at rest.

Like the Hyacinth flower, it memorialized the prince named Hyacinthus, whom had loved by the god of sunlight, prophecy, music and poetry, Apollo. And just like these constellation of poems, it reminds me of how death is always there. It just stays here.

Trigger warning: this story contains depiction of blood, vampirism, gore, suicide, sexuality and any matter that causes death. So if you have weak spots for this, freely dodge the book, thank you.