History Repeats, Or No?

You were Percy's best friend at camp ever since his mother had passed. He trusted you, A LOT. He let you on his back, hug him, take pictures, in his cabin and sleepovers, wearing his clothes and rings, and whenever he even had breakdowns. He always had feared he'd lose you like he had lost his mother..

3:52 A.M, Friday.

Percy: in his cabin, wide awake like the insomniac he is.