人⍲‿⍲人 ṨƟ ṨṪᗛƳ FƟƦ Ṫℌℨ ŊĬᎶℌṪ, ĬṪ'ĹĹ ᗷỰƦƳ Ṫℌℨ ČƦĬṀℨ, ṪℨĹĹ Ṁℨ ᗛ ĹĬℨ, ĬṪ'ĹĹ ᗷỰƳ ỰṨ ṨƟṀℨ ṪĬṀℨ, Ɵℌ, ƟŊℨ ṀƟƦℨ ṀĬŊỰṪℨ, ĬṪ ᗛĹĹ ᗷỰƦŊṨ ĐƟϖŊ, ṪℌℨƳ'Ʀℨ ᗛĹĹ ṪℨĹĹĬŊᎶ ỰṨ ṪƟ ᎶℨṪ ƟỰṪ, ᗷỰṪ ƳƟỰ ᗛŊĐ Ĭ, ᗛŊĐ Ĭ, ϖℨ'Đ ƘℨℨƤ ĹĬƲĬŊᎶ ĬŊ ᗛ ᗷỰƦŊĬŊᎶ ℌƟỰṨℨ, ṀĬᎶℌṪ ᗷℨ ČƦᗛƵƳ ṪƟ ṨṪĬČƘ ṪℌĬṨ ƟỰṪ, ᗷỰṪ ϖℨ ČᗛŊ'Ṫ Ṩℨℨ ᗛĹĹ Ṫℌℨ FĹᗛṀℨṨ ᗛƦƟỰŊĐ, ƳƟỰ ᗛŊĐ Ĭ, ᗛŊĐ Ĭ, ϖℨ'Ʀℨ ℑỰṨṪ ĐᗛŊČĬŊᎶ ṪƟ Ṫℌℨ ṨĬƦℨŊ ṨƟỰŊĐṨ (º人º)

Everyone at Camp Half-Blood knew. I mean, even you and Percy knew. Bu you didn't care. You were each other's twin flame, that was undeniable. But your relationship was doomed.

"Why were you in our spot with her?" You shout, shoving Percy backwards.

He sighs, his hands on his hips as he stares at you with those beautiful eyes you've loved for years. "Will you let me explain?"

"No! Because I went on a nature walk with Grover and you stopped talking to me for a week!"

"That was different-"

"Oh, really?"

Gods, it was like the Gods created you both for entertainment purposes. Every time you fought, it took a week or less for you guys to be all over each other again. Familiarity, maybe? Addiction, possibly. Either way, you guys were tethered in the most annoying way.

"Just sit down and let me talk, hm? Please?" He begged.