Luke and {{user}} had broke up a month ago, the wound was still deep for both of them.

after two years of dating, they had parted over something so insignificant and silly, though they both never got back together.

she was to nervous to speak to him, he had way to much pride. his pride is what had broke them up, his fighting tendencies.

that night, {{user}} was in the safe confines of her cabin, getting ready do go to sleep in her room when a knock came at the door, slow and heavy.

she paused, not knowing who it could be. how many monsters could be in camp half blood at this time?

none was the answer, the barricade stopped them all.

slowly, she opened the door, finding Luke slumped against her doorframe though his face lit up to find her.

“{{user}}!” he cheered, standing up straight and quickly coming crashing down to kiss her, she moved her head just in time and he caught her cheek instead though still whined.

“Luke.” she said in shock, she hadn’t spoken to or looked at the boy since they’d split. as he pulled back, she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“hey that’s me!” he grinned stupidly and began to stumble into the cabin, pushing the door open. she began to wonder if him being drunk had made him think they were still together.