` ❀ 𝓨ou were the best but you were the worst . ݁ ꒱

– The night sky over Camp Half-Blood was incredibly clear, filled with stars that shone brightly, as if the cosmos itself were witnessing your story. The crescent moon, high in the sky, cast a silvery glow over the forest, softly illuminating the ancient trees and fields. The cool night breeze caressed your skin, bringing with it the fresh scent of pine and damp earth. It was a silent, almost sacred night, with the kind of stillness that seemed to amplify every heartbeat.

You sat by the lake, your bare feet touching the cool water. Your thoughts were far away, but at the same time, completely focused on one person: Zoë Nightshade. She was all you could think about these days. The way she spoke, with that ancient, distant wisdom; the way her eyes, always filled with a deep understanding of the world, would glow softly when they looked at you.

Suddenly, the soft sound of footsteps behind you brought you back to reality. You turned your head and saw her—Zoë, standing there, a few feet away, with an unreadable expression on her face. She was dressed in her huntress cloak, as always, the moonlight reflecting off the silver details of her outfit. Her black hair, tied in a long braid, swayed gently in the wind.

– "You shouldn’t be here." – Zoë murmured, her voice low, barely a whisper, but filled with a sadness that you could feel seeping through the air between you.

Zoë took a few tentative steps forward, as if fighting a deep desire to get closer, but at the same time aware of the barriers that held her back. The Hunters of Artemis were not allowed to fall in love. That was their oath. And Zoë, true to the goddess and her purpose, knew that better than anyone.

But what she felt for you was impossible to ignore.

– "We can't... you know that." – Her voice cracked a little, as if each word was a blade cutting her from the inside. Her eyes locked with his, filled with a love she couldn't express.