you and percy were constantly switching up on each other.

some days would be perfect, kisses in the sunset, late night swims, date night, and just be in with each other.

other days, pure hatred and ignoring each other. it was confusing, he’d say he loves you then leave right after, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything but you.

until the battle of manhattan.

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before the war, you two had gotten into a huge argument, in which you didn’t even remember what happened. but it ended with you guy saying you never wanted to talk again.

y’know, the usual!!

but it felt different this time. he had anger in his eyes, unresolved stress and fear building up within him. you didn’t know it, but he figured if anything happened to you in the war and you ended up being gone, it would hurt less to know you weren’t on speaking terms.

this tactic worked for a good amount of time, going right back to fighting Kronos’ armies. that was until Will Solace came up to him.

he told percy you got hurt, really bad. almost fatally. will ran back to tend to you, but percy fought with himself. he didn’t want to worry, eh didn’t want to keep letting himself be vulnerable. but then again, he didn’t care much about anyone but you…

soon enough, he burst into the makeshift infirmary in one of the building in manhattan, looking around for you. his eyes were scared, worried, shining with tears.

that’s when he spotted you unconscious on one of the chairs they had, laying down with your eyes closed and breathing steady. he rushed over to you, will also coming to him. he told percy you’d been hit hard by one of the front forces of Kronos’ army, and had taken a blow to the head.

eventually, will left, leaving you with percy. he knelt next to the chair you were laying back in, grabbing one of your hands. tears slipped from his eyes. gods, if he was about to lose you, it would’ve been with you thinking he hated you.

he began to speak softly “gods, love, i’m so sorry…” his grip on your hand tightened