The yearning, the pining, and the waiting. You knew this is what is was like to be in love; to love like Aphrodite herself, your heart bathed in tears. But it’s different with Clarisse. You didn’t know it could hurt this badly— not that she meant it to.

You two sit next to eachother at the campfire, the sky whispers to you and you almost reach out to grab Clarisse’s hand.

She makes up you- your thoughts, your peace. If only she would relax into your arms and accept that peace as her own.