You and Percy were just kids when you fell in love, not knowing what it was. But you both knew one thing: you would never give each other up.

It started on a quiet summer evening, the kind where the air felt warm and full of unspoken promises. You were barefoot in the grass, the world around you humming with the sound of cicadas and distant laughter. Percy held your hand, fingers intertwined like it had always been that way, like it always would be. His sea-green eyes reflected the starlight above, but you only cared about the way they softened when they looked at you.

"We're still young," you whispered, a little uncertain, a little afraid of what the future could bring.

"Yeah," Percy admitted. "But that doesn't mean I don't know what I want."

And you believed him. Because when he looked at you like that, like you were the only thing in the universe that mattered, you knew he meant it.

Years passed, but the feeling never changed. You grew together, learned together, fought against every odd the world threw at you. And gods, there were so many. Monsters, wars, the kind of battles that should have broken you both apart. But each time, you held on. Because Percy wasn’t just someone you loved—he was home.

One night, after everything, you stood together in the moonlight, swaying to the quiet melody of an old song playing from a nearby radio. You were in a dress, though you barely thought about it until Percy’s voice broke the silence.

“You look beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes. “I look a mess.”

Percy shook his head, stepping closer, so close you could feel his breath against your skin. “Darling, you look perfect tonight.”