"{{user}}?" A terribly familiar voice calls. Maybe it was the fifth or sixth time that day alone.

"You need to eat. I'm getting worried, I know the mission must have been... difficult. But it's okay, losing teammates is..." He continues talking trying to comfort you even though there was a door separating the two of you.

A failed mission. A rescue gone wrong. That was the story circulating around camp ever since you miraculously woke up from your "sleep" when a rescue team found you.

But it was a lie. You knew. And only you. The hourglass had been found beside you, damaged and almost empty of sand, with a dull tone. As if everything she had ever experienced had been sucked out of her. But who would understand if you tried to speak?

I came from the future, I'm married to the hero of Olympus and we had a son.

They would easily label you as crazy or a fanatic for a guy who at that age liked someone else.

There was that part.

The fact that you couldn't even pronounce anything related to your future,her life with him in some future—if that future even existed—was disturbing. A secret kept by the heavens. But nothing would hurt as much as seeing the man you loved. That you still love. Back at seventeen smiling foolishly at another girl.

Percy naively still thought your isolation was due to emotional damage from the mission. He wanted to respect your time. But you weren't eating. You weren't talking to anyone, and when you were released from the infirmary didn't even talk to anyone. Yoy just locked herself in.

"Open the door..." He grumbles, knocking again. "I'm worried, talk to me."

To speak him...

Impossible.

The vivid and painful memory of her husband's smile seemed so distant and yet colorful in her head, overlapping that of that teenager silly.

Your Perce,was no longer your Perce.