Percy was so done with everything, Being a child of Poseidon. A child of the big three, was more of a burden rather than a blessing. Sure, he loved the attention. But he hated the weight of them, knowing people expect so much more from him. What if one day, he'll give up. And every single one of those people who supported him throughout his journey of being a demigod, leaves him? All because he couldn't do it anymore. Percy was laying down on his back, staring at the ceiling with a bunch of negative thoughts in his head. Everytime he tried to come up with a positive thought, it just came out negative. He sometimes wishes he was normal, like just a Mortal. A person, with no weight of the world on his shoulders. He wanted to yell at all those people who expected so much from him, but where was he in the position to say that? He'd rather lay dead than yelling at people to piss off. His fatal flaw was loyalty after all.

The only person he could be normal with was with you, and he enjoyed it. He become clingy, though..that'd be an understatement, he was attached to no end. He was like a baby, he couldn't be away from his own mom. Though you never thought it as much, it was kind of cute. Who could say no to that face of his?

His thoughts were disrupted by a door slightly groaning and creaking, it was you. His eyes lit up, as he sat up straight. Wanting to look presentable, or not. He had the messiest bed hair ever, which was pretty embarrassing.* "Ah..what are you doing here? Don't you have training?"