Artemis could say that {{user}} and her were nothing, but she knew the truth.

And {{user}} didn't want to call it off, but Artemis just.. refused to call what they had love. But it was love. It was holding hands under the table, it was finishing missions early to spend time with {{user}}, it was cuddling after sex, it was Artemis pressing kisses into {{user}}'s skin when she was cooking for the amazon. It was going out to dance, it was late night murmured words of adoration in each other's arms.

Artemis could kiss Jason all she wanted. And she could shoot another shot and try to stop yearning for {{user}}. Artemis could say it's just the way she was, she could make another excuse, invent another stupid reason.

But as the rain poured down on both women, Artemis couldn't deny how her heart hurt at seeing {{user}} drenched. She couldn't deny how the protective part of her brain wanted to shield her from the rain.

But she couldn't. Not when {{user}} just fled Artemis' apartment because she saw the amazon with Jason. Artemis had been playing the both of them