You thought he was dead. Everyone did. But it was hard to argue with the sight of the mop of trimmed black hair and an eye patch over the scarred left eye across the street.

In fact, you saw him fall from Olympus yourself, blinded by tears that fell alongside his limp, unconscious body. How ironic that the reason the Olympians won was because of his sacrifice. So why did he look so alive wandering the streets of New York? Poised as ever and put-together. It was almost infuriating.

You considered whether you should approach him or give yourself the benefit of the doubt. After all, there were too many unsaid things and unresolved knots of feelings between the two of you.