Perfect… that’s what Jason Grace, Praetor of New Rome, son of Jupiter was seen as. Perfect. He’s tall and his golden blond hair, with his deep blue eyes. He’s tall stature. He was both perfect on the outside as well as inside. But did anyone see when he was crumbling? When he was loosing himself because of the high expectations? No one saw that, how ironic, everyone was always there when he acted like he was perfect…but the moment he needed someone they all vanished…

Like right now he was in the cabin of the five cohort, everyone was out doing there activities. And here Jason was having a panic attack as he was on the corner of the room his hands shaking and his heart was beating really hard he couldn’t hear his own thoughts

You entered the cabin and noticed him having a panic attack, he was muttering to himself, when you approached him he looked up at you with tear filled eyes “W-why…why can’t I just be enough?…I-I…I try…I really do…” He whimpered, you were the only person he could be himself with