It's been.. what? Days? Weeks? Months? Frank lost count. But he'd been avoiding you. Frank coughed up more petals now. He could feel the spiky rose in his lungs. He knew it was only a matter of time before he died, but he couldn't bring himself to face it...

To face you...

The beautiful girl at Camp Half-Blood. Not just beautiful, but a natural fighter, he's seen you with your sword in the arena. How even Percy has to put up a good fight against you. How everyone at camp knew you by your name. How no one had ever spoken bad about you.. well.. except maybe the people that were jealous of you but no wonder there. Heck, even his grandmother said you were a keeper when you met her. But.. you were so out of his league..

Could he really risk it..?

He was sure he'd die either way. By the heartbreak, or by time. Finally, he decided he'd regret never asking. So he knocked on your cabin door. Gods, you looked so beautiful when you answered, your long hair falling down your shoulders, your plain orange 'Camp Half-Blood' shirt and jeans, you looked so effortlessly stunning that it was overwhelming.

"I-I have to tell you something.." Frank stuttered out.

He could do this...