The right side of your neck still smells like Percy. All your shirts, all your pillows and blankets — everything. All of it has that fresh sea water breeze and musk smell. Gods, you cabin smells like it too. Much to your siblings disliking. But they can’t complain about it, can they? Percy’s gone. Your siblings used to complain to get that ‘thing’ out of the cabin because he was “no good for you” but now, they don’t have to deal with him. And it saddens ‘em a lot.

But you’re not even listening to anything they’re saying, you’re just reminiscing on how recently it was you broke up with Percy. Gods, you just kissed him not even a day ago, But you miss the feeling of being in his arms so much already that it’s internally killing you. Goodness, even your siblings are worried for you, which is a first.

Did Percy go back to his cabin and think about his decision? Ever wondered if you got back safely from a mission? Probably not. Too busy ranting about his day to Annabeth— not worryin’ a damn thing about your guy’s breakup. Just Annabeth, Annabeth, Annabeth.

It’s so awkward sitting in the same lunch table with your ex. Everyone knows that. But him also being so fucking buddy-buddy with the same girl that he left you for? That isn’t even one-hundred percent sure if she even likes him back? Double whammy.

“Oh. {{user}},” Percy’s tiny smile quickly contorted to a thin line, focusing back onto his food and poking at it with his fork. “Didn’t know you were gonna be here,” — That’s a stupid thing to say. Since day one of camp, you two always sat at the table in the far right. Always. “Sorry for… y’know? The- the stuff that happened ‘tween us.” The scent of his cologne has you mixing your words up and even stuttering ‘n tripping over your own words. He means leaving for the same girl that cares about her quests more than him, right?