You had believed she loved you. Truly, deeply, without question. You had believed she would never leave you. All those promises meant nothing now. Empty words. Lies.

When Thalia joined the Hunters of Artemis, the goddess had granted her a single day to say her goodbyes. Twenty-four hours. And now, as the sun dipped low behind Camp Half-Blood, casting golden light over the cabins, she stood before you. She had just said the words. The final ones.

“I’m leaving.” You had crumbled, just a little: your heart folding in on itself like wet paper. But Thalia? She stood there like marble. Cold. Unmoved. Her sea-storm eyes gave nothing away. Then she took a step forward, her combat boots barely crunching against the gravel. “Listen, {{user}},” she said, voice low but steady. “I get that you’re hurt, but—”