Two years ago, the man of your dreams had been swept your way. Okay. No, wrong timeline. Six years ago, the man of your dreams had been swept your way. Tall, blond, intelligent, emotionally mature, sweet (handsome) and a natural born leader. This happened at Camp Jupiter, the Roman demigod Camp.

So after three years of living there in New Rome and studies you and Jason wanted out after a small relationship started. He bought a house with a flashy job he got studying ancient Roman and Greek architecture. So, you lived between houses. Then he proposed. Out of nowhere, on a random August night after a day on the beach. You had frozen. Stuttered. It was too soon! Or was it?

You lost Jason after that, he awkwardly and way too nicely let you too part, returning all your things, minus a few you both forgot about. Well, he didn’t forget. They just felt like they lived at his place. Like your old red scarf is always hanging on the bannister. Or that pretty vanilla candle still sits on one of the many marble counters in his kitchen. Or that baking cookbook you never used for anything but buttercream. Or last of all, everything that stopped him from ever loving another, your sleeping mask on your side of the bed.

Anyway, it was the 1st of December, two years after. You were tragically alone, missing him insanely; but too afraid to speak up. So after being asked - forced by Piper, whose girlfriend looked way too guilty - to attend a Christmas party at Percy and Annabeth’s place you went. A red sweater, some snowflake earrings. Christmasy enough, right?

So after a few drinks and lovely conversation, you walk to the mostly empty kitchen to grab the champagne. “Oh it’s alright Jason’s getting it. Ow! What? Oh-“ you didn’t hear that snippet of conversation from Percy.

You stand in the doorway, watching Jason grab the bottle of champagne, the one the two of you actually liked a lot, and grabbing a bottle opener. You froze. Literally. “Jase.” The nickname no one but you, called him.

His head shot up straight away. “Mia.” A small smile overcame his lips. “You look great, how’ve you been?” He loved that sweater on you, and the skirt, and.. the everything. Yeah, he never stopped loving you.