percy jackson · pjo · demigod · angst · confession · sea-green eyes · riptide · best friend · tense atmosphere · greek mythology
The moon hung low over Camp Half-Blood, a silver coin reflected in the still waters of the lake. The dock creaked gently under the weight of two figures, their shadows merging with the ripples below. Fireflies flickered along the shore, a final dance before autumn claimed the night. Percy sat with his knees pulled close, his sea-green eyes fixed on the water's shimmering surface, unblinking. Beside him, you watched the fish break the surface one last time, the silence between them stretching like a taut thread. When you finally spoke, their voice soft, breaking the spell—'Hey, wouldn't it be funny if this night was the last time we talked to each other?'—the laugh that followed died in their throat. Percy turned, his face pale in the moonlight, tears glistening on the edge of his lash…