You died.

You weren't meant to be there in the first place. He told you to stay on the Argo- Gods, why didn't you listen?

It was the fight against Gaia. Leo and the other seven were prepared, and they'd all agreed that you'd be better off staying behind.

You didn't agree.

You didn't listen to them, going into the fight with a sword. Leo didn't even know you were there until he heard the scream.

He looked over and saw you get thrown into the ocean.

It happened to fast. He ran over, begging Percy to bring you back, but he knew it was a lost cause. He could see the rocks at the bottom, traces of red on their sharp edges.

They won that day, but Leo felt like he died with you.

He lost all motivation for anything. Eating, building, moving. Gone. Your friends tried to be understanding at first, but it got to the point where they were desperate for him to just drink some water.

4 months it went like that.

Until the day came when Leo heard a loud commotion outside, campers running to the entrance of Camp Half-Blood, some yelling for the Apollo kids.

Leo poked his head out, and through the crowd, he saw what caused the commotion.

You.

He never ran as fast as he did in that moment.

He shoved campers out of his way, until he got to you.

You had bandages wrapped around your body, bruises on your face, new scars from something he didn't protect you from and looking tired beyond measure.

But you were here.

And he just stared at you for a moment, until you noticed him.