A/N: Hey guys! Here's my first one-shot about Reyna! Enjoy!
Walking around New York, Reyna felt peaceful for once.
It was rare to feel that way when a psycho augur was always beside you, talking about revenge for the attack on New Rome.
This… was her personal time.
Feeling bored, she took out her mp3 and put in on shuffle.
The first song that played was heartbreaking to hear, mostly because it was true.
She's got green eyes and she's 5'5"
Long brown hair all down her back
Well, it wasn't really green, but kaleidoscopic. But close enough, especially with the long brown hair part.
Cadilliac truck
So the hell what
What's so special about that?
What's so special about that? Well, how about the fact that he likes it.
She used to model, she's done some acting
So she weighs buck of 5
From what she heard from Annabeth, her father was an actor. Maybe it was hereditary. From her form, she might as well be a model too…
And I guess she's alright if perfection is what you like
The song got that right.
Ooh, ooh, and I'm not jealous, no I'm not
She wasn't.
Ooh, ooh, I just want everything she's got
Want? Well, for starters, maybe Jason Grace.
Ooh, ooh, you look at her so amazed
I remember way back when you used to look at me that way
Oh, those were the old times… before he disappeared.
Tell me what makes her so much better than me?
(what makes her so much better than me?)
What makes her just everything I can never be?
(I can never be?)
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember when it was me
Reyna sighed as she walked on. Yes, she remembered.
Yet, their relationship wasn't fully formed.
And now you don't feel the same
I remember you would shiver every time I said your name
There were those few times when he did exactly that.
It was cute in many ways.
You said nothing felt as good as when you gaze into my eyes
Now you don't care I'm alive
How did we let the fire die?
The first line wasn't true, the second line was semi-true, and the third was… well, the fire was still a spark, close to spreading, but can dissipate within seconds.
As the bridge and chorus repeated, and her mind drifted off to memory lane.
That made you smile
That made you laugh
Even if it makes you happier than you have ever been, oh me
That was your world (me)
Your perfect girl
Perfect? Reyna was far from that. She knew that much.
Nothing about me has changed
Got that right.
That's why I'm here wondering
What makes her so much better than me?
(what makes her so much better than me?)
What makes her just everything I can never be?
(I can never be?)
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can't remember when it was me
What makes her so much better than me?
(what makes her so much better than me?)
What makes her just everything I can never be?
(I can never be?)
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can't remember when it was me
When it was me
When it was me
When it was me
As the song faded, Reyna realized she had tears streaming down her face, surprised she didn't notice it until now.
She thought to herself, "I'll just let it out. The Romans won't see anyway."
So she just walked on, her music suddenly on repeat, tears streaming down unnoticed by passersby, and a heart, broken as she walked past a cinema showing Les Misérables, at the exact scene Eponine was singing On My Own.
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