Don't go back to our old place, it's probably locked up anyway. Scott Pilgrim vs. My GPA ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 1:27 Mom Jeans.

Jason dying was horrible. You couldn't try and imagine the pain he felt that day. Drowning in his own crimson, echoing his last words.

"Go, remember!"

Your throat burned, ached from the wrenching cries you released the day you were told he didn't make it back.

In your sleep, late at night, you could envision the pain on his face. You could hear his voice calling out to you as it did to Apollo.

It was so hard to even go on without him being here.

He made everything better; he made life worth living.

You were suffering, you were struggling.

You were slowly going insane as you imagined how alone he must have felt, the piercing sensation in his gut making bubbles of ruby arise from his throat.

You were on the verge of ending everything. You didn't even know that Jason was given a second chance by Pluto.

He kneeled at Pluto's throne, head ducked as he was granted permission to arise once again.

He stumbled into his cabin as if he was a child, aching bones as he glanced around the place. Everything looked the same as when he ceased to exist that day. Polaroids of you and him adorned the walls, his blanket was still on the floor.

The same blanket you and him would lay on and talk about your future, talking about the dreams you wished to live.

Jason wanted to go to college, get married. Maybe even have some kids with the person he loved.

But that was impossible. You and him both knew it.

It felt stupid looking back on those nights when y'all brushed shoulders on the cold marble floor, giggling as you tried to imagine the two of you as adults.

He wanted to be normal. He didn't want to be a hero. He didn't want to experience the same ending every demigod was forced to.

Yet, he did. But now he has the chance to change it all.

First, that started with you... Gods, he missed you.