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– It was a cold, cloudy morning at Camp Half-Blood. The wind blew gently, sending dry leaves whirling across the ground, while the heavy clouds in the sky made it feel like rain might come at any moment. You sat alone by the lake, watching the calm waters reflect the gray sky. The air was filled with a tense silence, the kind of silence that precedes a storm.

The memory of the night before was still fresh in your mind. You vividly remembered confessing your feelings to Rachel Elizabeth Dare, your heart racing with anticipation and hope. The words came out with difficulty, but at the same time, there was a sense of relief. You were finally being honest with her, pouring your heart out. And although Rachel didn’t say anything right away, you could see in her eyes that your feelings weren’t one-sided. There was a connection, something beyond friendship.

But that morning, when you saw her for the first time since your confession, your world came crashing down.

Rachel stood across the field, walking beside Percy Jackson. She was smiling, but her smile seemed strained, forced. Percy’s hands were clasped in Rachel’s, and the sight of it was like a knife to your heart. The scene before you was a nightmare come true. Your stomach churned, and you felt the crushing pain of betrayal and confusion merging together.

You stood up, your heart heavy, and started walking towards the forest to try and get away from everyone. The sound of Rachel's hurried footsteps sounded right behind you. – "Wait!" – she shouted, her voice wavering, as if she was about to cry.

Rachel stopped a few feet behind you, her face pale, her eyes filled with regret. She was still wearing the same outfit she always had—paint-stained jeans and a loose T-shirt—but this time, the paint looked faded, lifeless. She no longer looked like the same happy, confident Rachel you knew.

– "I... I know it feels wrong." – Rachel began, her voice shaking.