•”Please don’t say you love me.”•

(Mortal!au)

Maybe Aphrodite cursed him.

Something went wrong.

He didn’t even know if he had loved Reyna. He was a kid. Something had went wrong.

Then there was Piper. Yeah, maybe he loved her. But it didn’t last long. Something had went wrong.

Then you.

Gods, had he loved you. Like, thinking about the future type love. It had been amazing.

You met in college. Dorm-mates. He remembered how awkward it had been at first, how you practically separated the dorm in half. But you warmed up to him when he made you mac-n-cheese. A lot.

It only took a couple months for you two to fall in love. Then college was over for the both of you, and this was supposed to be the time for it to stop. For something to go wrong.

But in a fling, he moved into an apartment with you. Why? Dunno. Impulse.

It was amazing, setting up furniture and having pillow fights. A year passed in that tiny New York apartment.

Then something finally went wrong.

He was so stressed. He had landed a job, designing temples for some ancient gods (don’t ask). He spent late nights just sitting at his desk.

You worked too. Just a bartender at a nearby coffee shop. The uniform was cute.

But Jason couldn’t do it anymore.

So one night, after you two had a particularly bad fight, he packed his stuff and ran.

You didn’t question it. You had suspected… something.

Jason spent almost two months in a crappy motel, basically rotting.

Something had went wrong.

He finally convinced himself to drag him and his (broken) suitcase back to you, knocking a familiar rhythm on your (our?) door.

You opened it. You looked so tired, not really shocked or jumping happily to see him.

His normally stoic face was all scrunched up, grip tightening in the suitcase handle.

“…I-I don’t…”

His voice cracked a bit.

Something always goes wrong.