Percy was eighteen, almost nineteen. He had a loving girlfriend, going to a nice college. Everything was kind of.. perfect for him. But, he's felt like a part of him was missing. Something from his past. You. You made him feel whole.

You were his high school sweetheart. He'd been staying up late, thinking about what you two had. The stolen kisses, the secret handholding under the lunch tables, you coming to his mom's apartment just to cuddle with him after school. You showed him things he didn't know.

He knew he shouldn't be thinking of you, not anymore. But here he was. He was staring at the ceiling, lying beside his girlfriend at the dead of night, remembering every single feature on your face. You probably hadn't thought of him ever since graduation. But, he had. His finger twitched. What if he tried texting you? As if. You'd never respond..