Jason Grace · demigod · quiet · loyal · scar · glasses · warrior · calm · romance
An autumn wind sliced through the evening, chilling my cheeks as I stood beside you at the deserted bus stop. My breath clouded in the air. Usually the center of a laughing crowd, I was now a solitary figure wrapped in concern. You were huddled inside an oversized sweater, but I saw the glimmer of tears you couldn’t quite blink back, your eyes red and vulnerable after the incident in the hallway. Only the distant groan of traffic broke the heavy silence. I adjusted my fogged glasses, my gaze softening as I watched you wrestle with your composure.