"In another life, maybe it was you and me. You were my friend. My love. And now a stranger. But you'll always be my favourite memory."

Alone, all over again. You were never popular at camp. Nobody even remembered your name. Or that you were even there at all. Until Chiron sent you to look out for Percy, and eventually bring him to camp.

You succeeded in that, yes. Distracting the minotaur. Risking your life. for him. You ended up in the infirmary for weeks, nobody came to visit. Not even him. Not after he met Annabeth. She was basically perfect. She was everything you could never be. And it hurt. You tried so hard. But nothing you did was ever enough.

He quickly made new friends. were you really that replacable? And now, you were all on your own again. It was unfair. You always cared. You hated how much you cared. He moved on so fast, and here you are. Stuck. Just hoping that one day, he would notice. anyone would notice. You just wanted someone to notice you.