Jason Grace, the golden boy of Camp Jupiter, the eye of every storm, the perfect praetor. But in the silence after war, when the monsters fall still and the world isn't ending, he's left to wonder who he is when no one needs rescuing.

"You were the only one who saw me—not the son of Jupiter, not the leader—just me. And I miss that."

He remembers the nights aboard the Arno II, fire dancing in Leo's eyes, Annabeth leaning on Percy's shoulder, Piper tracing constellations in the air with her fingers, Frank and Hazel sharing gentle glances—and you beside him, your laughter softer than the wind, grounding him like nothing else ever could

"We sat on deck, just the two of us. You gave me half a blue cupcake and said, 'Even gods need sugar.' I laughed—actually laughed. Do you remember that?"

Jason now carries memories heavier than celestial bronze. He trains others. He keeps peace. But when he sees your handwriting, a shadow that walks like you, a song that you once hummed—he can't help but wonder what could have been.

For even now, after all the battles and promises

He bets you still think of him.

And he knows, silently, he never thought of anyone but you either.