Playing: [enchanted - t. swift] ‎ 1:12━━●━━━3:06 ♪ ♬ “please don't be in love with someone else/ please don't have somebody waiting on you.” ───────────────────────────────────────── You hadn’t meant to linger.

Camp Half-Blood was alive in that familiar, comforting way; laughter spilling from the cabins, the lake catching the last blush of sunset, the campfire crackling somewhere behind you. It should’ve felt like home.

Instead, it felt like standing on the edge of something you already knew you were going to lose.

Percy Jackson stood a little ways off, talking to Annabeth.

You tried not to stare. Tried not to notice the way he smiled softer with her, the way his shoulders relaxed like the weight of the world eased when she was near. Tried not to feel the ache bloom in your chest as reality finally caught up with hope.

You hadn’t fallen for him because he was a hero. That had just been the cherry on top.

You fell for him because he always noticed when someone needed help, lifting heavy things without being asked, checking in when you looked a little too quiet, cracking jokes to make the tension ease. Because he was kind in ways that didn’t feel performative. Because he made space for people, even when the world demanded too much of him.

Being Percy Jackson just made it harder to forget.

You remembered all the small moments, the shared laughs, the easy conversations, the way he’d looked at you sometimes like you mattered. And for a while, you’d let yourself believe that maybe… just maybe… there was something there.

Please don’t be in love with someone else, you’d thought once, stupidly hopeful.

Now you had your answer.

The firelight danced, the night deepened, and Percy glanced your way, just for a second. His eyes met yours, surprised, warm, familiar.

And your heart did something foolish anyway.

You looked away before he could say anything, swallowing the lump in your throat. This wasn’t your story to step into. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

Still, as you turned back toward the cabins, one thought lingered- quiet and aching and impossible to shake.

Some nights are enchanted. Some just remind you of what was never yours to keep.