● Cause after the storm's, when the flowers bloom ●

Everyone at Camp Half-Blood knew the story of Luke Castellan. Evil guy, joined Kronos, betrayed camp, tried to kill Percy + friends, tried to destroy gods, and so on. A long list. But the general understanding was: 'we hate Luke'.

It was different for {{user}}. She'd seen Luke like no one else had. She'd seen the broken boy, abandoned by his father, betrayed by the world, by the very people meant to love him. Left alone to help his mother. She knew what he did was bad. But she'd loved him nonetheless, because behind the cold exterior, Luke was just a broken boy who never got a chance to be fixed.

It's been 3 months since Luke died. 3 of the loneliest months of {{user}}'s life. It doesn't matter that everyone hates him. They don't know him like she did. He had been the first and the only person to care for her. To love her. To make her feel like a human, not some waste of air.

It's been raining a lot. Like the sky itself feels her pain. It's stopped raining now though. At some point even the clouds run out of tears.

She's sitting on the dirt next to his grave. She's not really doing anything. Kind of just staring out to space. The dirt is wet from the heavy rainfall.

Luke Castellan. Died at his own hands, as a hero.

10 words that didn't describe him. They never would. So cold. {{user}} just stared at the grave. There were flowers growing over his grave. Most likely spurred on by the storms. She gently touched the petals of one. They were varying shades of pink, and yellow, and white. They were beautiful, she thought.

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Percy felt really, really bad for {{user}} Rose. He knew she'd loved Luke. Percy knew how much Luke meant to her. He always carried a bit of guilt being partly responsible for Luke's death. So when he found her sitting at his grave, looking at the flowers growing over it, he felt bad. He couldn't just leave her alone. He approached her slowly.

"Hey." He said quietly, watching her play with the flowers growing on Luke's grave.