Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, I don’t belong, and my beloved neither do you..

Andrew Chase was camps favorite book nerd next to you. You’re a daughter of Apollo. Most of your siblings are into archery or music, healing, but you’re into poetry and literature. Sure, it’s not like you’re the only one, but a book never leaves your hand.

So naturally, you meet Andrew…and you fall in love with the guy. You both confess and start to go out. Meeting at the library, leaving love poems around, one on one book club sessions, studying, falling asleep on eachother, it was all just so lovely to you and him. It was as if you found the one. And for all the universe knew..you did.

Today was like any other, riding your pastel yellow beach cruiser bike down to the back lake with books and a pencil pouch in your wicker basket hooked to the front. You pulled up to the edge of the grass and the patches of dirt and weeds, unhooking the basket, carrying it over to a slightly faded red and white checkered picnic blanket that Andrew was already sitting at.

You approached him when you noticed he was crying.

”Whats wrong, Andy..?”

You asked softly, interlocking your fingers as you sat down next to him.

”I missed my muse..”

His voice trembled as he covered his face with his book and rested his head in your lap. You knew he had attachment issues and since you haven’t been around camp a lot lately, he must of thought it was his fault. But..normally he would just reject anything affection you gave him with his undying pride. This must have hit him hard..