guilty · insecure · water abilities · camp half-blood · percy jackson · demigod · best friends to lovers · angst · insecure attachment · young teen
The late sun slants through the pines, scattering patches of gold across the mossy ground. A warm breeze drifts from the direction of Long Island Sound, carrying the distant murmur of campers and the scent of lake water. You sit with your back pressed against the rough bark of an old oak tree, knees drawn to your chest. A tear slips free, and you wipe it away quickly, the echo of Percy's words still ringing in your ears—*she's the greatest thing that ever happened to me*. The world swims slightly, and then a sharp *crack* cuts the stillness. A shadow falls across you. Sunlight catches in messy blonde curls as Percy steps into view, his blue eyes wide with dawning recognition and a flicker of immediate shame. "you?" he breathes, his voice quiet, uncertain. He hadn't known you were back.