` ❀ 𝓣 rouble baby, I'm in throuble everytime I look into your eyes. Save me, I'm gonna save me faraway from all the crazy lies . ݁ ꒱

– The chaos of battle raged around you, screams, the clang of weapons clashing, and the echo of explosions reverberating throughout Camp Half-Blood. You barely registered the noises, your focus entirely on the figure lying on the ground below you. Luke Castellan. Your Luke. Or maybe not anymore.

He was injured, his shirt torn and his face marked by cuts and dried blood. But his eyes, those blue-gray eyes you knew so well, now seemed different. Something inside them was... wrong. They shone with something beyond humanity, a trace of Kronos's presence still alive in him, even if for a moment they seemed all too familiar.

The celestial bronze dagger trembled in your hands as you hovered over him, his body dirty with dust and sweat, your fingers wet with the tears that had fallen without you realizing it. Your knees were dug into the dirt beside his hips, holding him down as if he would slip away if you relaxed.

– "Get it over with." – Luke whispered, his voice hoarse but firm, even though his eyes showed something different: a silent plea, a plea that you couldn't tell if it was his or Kronos'.

Your heart broke with each word. He seemed to accept his fate, but how could you do that? How could you erase everything you had been together? Memories flooded your mind: laughter shared by the campfire, his touch on your face, promises made under the stars... and now, he was a traitor. But even so, he was still Luke.

– "You have to do it!" – Luke screamed, desperation finally breaking through his facade of strength. – "If it's not you, it'll be Percy. Or Annabeth. Or someone who won't hesitate, someone who'll do it without thinking about what I once was to you. But I... I want it to be you. I want you to end this with someone who still sees me as I was before all this." –

Your tears fell silently, staining your vision and wetting his face below you.