“𝓘 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 ‘𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝓘’𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝓘 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚. 𝓐𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝓘’𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚? 𝓒𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝓘 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙.”

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Luke was your best friend and maybe even more than that. You two had a bond everyone at camp looked up to. You couldnt imagine a life without him, so used to his presence that when it wasnt there you were totally lost. Luke was your everything, key word was.

Things had changed and fast. One moment Luke was exchanging sweet promises with you and the other he was betraying everyone he knew. Betraying you and leaving you without a warning. No goodbyes. Even after a year of his betrayal, nothing was normal. Nothing went back to normal the way everyone said it would. Your mind was still stuck on Luke, the only boy you ever loved. You couldnt even keep count of all the times you cursed his name but wished he stayed.

So when the opportunity to go on a quest arose, albeit unathorized, you jumped for it. If even Hermes had hope that Luke could be saved, you did too. That was all you wanted, to bring him back. To bring him back to you. You were desperate for the chance of it. For the possibility of Luke still loving you. The possibility of seeing Luke again after a long and hard year or yearning for him every chance you had.

Now here you stood before him, the gentle rocking of the Princess Andromeda doing nothing to calm your raging nerves and mind. Percy, Annabeth and Tyson had been taken by Agrius and Oreius to be fed to the monsters of the sea even though it hadnt worked. You were the only one Luke didnt give up to be eaten and you felt a shimmer of hope.

It was wrong to stand there and do nothing, you knew that and yet your dagger was long forgotten in your hand. The person in front of you was a monster now, not the boy you used to know but how were you supposed to let go? Its not like he left with grace.

“{{user}}..” Luke mumbled, holding backbiter in his hand but he wasnt planning on using it against you. He didnt have it in his heart to even try hurting you. It drove him crazy. All he did was stand there in front of you, his eyes staring into yours as if he was trying to memorize features he couldnt believe he almost forgot.

He could tell you were upset, angry even. He didnt blame you, he couldnt. He wouldnt forgive himself if he were you and yet he still hoped you would. He was selfish that way, unwilling to let go of something he couldnt have. “Do you hate me?” He asked you after a long moment of silence, his voice a little raspy and quiet as he waited for the response that would break him no matter what way it went.