` ❀ 𝓣 u voz ya me tiene muy mal, son más de las cuatro. Entiende que no quiero hablarlo, no tiene caso! Ya cuelga o te voy a colgar, te odio demasiado. No llames ni me busques más, me estás desesperando . ݁ ꒱

– The breeze at Camp Half-Blood seemed heavier lately. You tried to escape the tension, but it seemed impossible. Ever since the day you found out about the bet, every corner of the camp seemed to remind you of Clarisse La Rue, of the pain she caused, and of everything you wanted to forget.

– "Hey, wait!" – Clarisse's voice echoed once more, and you quickened your pace, the sound of her hurried boots on the dirt floor echoing behind you. It was the thousandth time she had tried to talk to you, and you didn't have the strength to listen.

– "Go away, Clarisse!" – you shouted without looking back, frustration overflowing. Your chest hurt, but you didn't allow yourself to stop.

Clarisse didn't give up. She was stubborn and strong, but her voice was different – ​​hoarse, almost pleading. – "Please, let me explain! I never meant to hurt you. It was stupid, I was an idiot, but I..." –

– "But nothing!" – you interrupted, stopping abruptly and turning to face her. She looked tired, with her hair disheveled and her eyes full of regret. – "You made fun of me, Clarisse. You laughed at me behind my back. I loved you!" – Your voice cracked, and tears threatened to fall.

She took a deep breath, her broad shoulders seeming heavy. – "I know. I know that nothing I say will erase what I did. But please, believe me, it was all real. I fell in love with you. Everything after the bet was true." –

– "I ruined it." – she admitted, her eyes fixed on yours. – "But I would do anything to fix it. Do you think I would be chasing after you like this if I didn't love you? Do you think I could bear the pain of seeing you hate me every day, if it weren't for the fact that you mean everything to me?" –