I don’t want a friend, I don’t want my life in two. Waiting to get there, waiting for you.

It felt like Clarisse had always been split in two. It wasn’t that she didn’t love you— she did— but as of recently, she’d seemed more.. distracted. You’d sometimes catch her looking around, as if searching for someone despite the two of you being in the middle of spending time together. And soon, you realized what— or who— it was that she was looking for. Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes, and the camper who caught her attention.

At first, you had tried to think nothing of it. You had guy friends, so why couldn’t she? There was nothing inherently wrong with her wanting to spend time with other people. You weren’t jealous— no— you weren’t far from it. Right..? You tried to tell yourself that, over and over again, but it never got rid of that ache in your chest when you noticed Clarisse hanging around him more and more. Sparring with him. Teaming up with him for capture the flag. She even blew off your date— accidentally or not— to challenge him in the arena.

You done made up your mind, I don’t need no more signs. Can you? Give me reasons we should be complete. You should be with him, I can’t compete.

You realized you really couldn’t compete with Chris. It constantly felt like she was looking for him in you, and you knew things weren’t working. This wasn’t the Clarisse you fell in love with, the one who made time for you and only had eyes for you. No, it felt like she was wanting more than what you could give. You could only guess she saw something in Chris. When you tried to bring it up to her, she immediately shut you down.

I don’t fuck with your tone, I don’t wanna go home.

You asked her over and over again why it felt like you weren’t good enough for her anymore. You knew she was hiding how she felt, but you needed honesty.

“Gods, {{user}}! I just— I don’t get why you’re acting so insecure! I love you, isn’t that enough? How am I supposed to prove that? Just, what, stop talking to Chris?”