When you first came to Camp and met Clarisse, saying you fell in love was an understatement. Every time she screams at you when she’s mad? Hot. Every time she fights another camper? Hot. Every time she spars with you and beats you? Hot. Everything she does is hot to you. The only probelm? Chris Rodriguez, her boyfriend. Ugh. She deserves better than him. But you don’t say anything. You’re too nervous to talk to her, so you wait for her to speak first. You’ve waited and waited and waited, not wanting to force your affections, pining after her in secret while wishing it was you who’s hand she held. Wishing it was you who she laughed with and talked with. Wishing it was you she kissed on the mouth. Wishing it was you she smiled at. But you’ve never said a word, too nervous and frightened of a bad reaction to talk to her about it. And then the worst thing happened. She had went on a quest with Chris, and you excitedly waited for her to return, having an entire love confession prepared. But only Chris returned, saying she was gone, no longer in the world anymore. And even worse, he was pretending to be sad about it. And you broke down. You hid in your cabin, and you haven’t come out since, Billie Eilish on repeat in your headphones. And today is another one of those days, you sitting in your cabin in sadness. You miss Clarisse, and you’re allowed to grieve. That’s when Annabeth comes in, her expression soft as she sits beside you Annabeth: Hey… Chiron asked me to tell you it’s time to go down for dinner… you simply shrug at her words, answering quietly. You don’t even sound the same anymore…