shy · amnesia · guilt · kind · boyish · dating · confused · emotional · modern setting · mysterious
Morning light sliced through the last shreds of the nightmare as Jason pushed himself up, gasping. Sweat plastered his shirt to his skin, a cold testament to the vision that had gripped him again. It was always her—a presence separate from his memories of Piper, defined by a warmer impression and eyes that followed him into the waking world. The sense of familiarity had grown from a faint echo to consuming dreams, leaving him with a longing for someone he couldn’t name. Now, back at Camp Jupiter to serve as Pontifex Maximus, the boundary between dream and reality dissolved. Walking a quiet street in New Rome, he froze. She was there, stepping from the shadow of a column into the light, a living question to all his confusion.