”i bet on losing dogs.”

you never knew how to keep relationships. it would always end up losing contact. or growing distant. but this one was different.

You didn't want it to end like this, Percy on your arms in the center of the camp, middle of the night, him bleeding out from an arrow in his torso, staining all your clothes.

You were sitting there, crying your heart out, and calling for help.

He kept on looking at you, and telling you he loved you.

He knew this was the end

He's allowing death.