Randomness oneshot I guess. I've never written for Percy Jackson. :) Guess who the guy is supposed to be! It's not really a secret...but guess anyways cause I didn't write a name in there. Kinda leaves it where you can imagine it to be anyone you want. Who knows...I migh write a story to go with it. Or another oneshot.
Boston
It was a lonely picture. He stood by the water's edge and gazed at the city looming above him, wondering why he'd never thought that before. But it is. His mind whispered as he took in coldness of the city.
It was mid-October. The weather cold and relentless at night, but still he couldn't seem to pull himself away from this spot. The tide rose until it touched the tips of his shoes and he shivered at the chill sinking into his bones. It wasn't just the water that was cold to him today.
Where are you?
He averted his eyes from the lonely picture he was painting and answered his own question as viciously as he could to snap his head back on straight.
She's didn't care enough to stay so why should you care at all, you idiot?
He chuckled darkly at this and snapped the leather cord that hung around his neck before hurling it into the water where it settled with an eerie splash.
He slapped a hand to his thigh in annoyance and finally turned away from the water. He would leave. He needed a new place to call home. Somewhere no one knew his name and where he could forget about everything.
"Boston." He said the word aloud, not stopping to think it over. That's where he would go. He was a born drifter…but he never remembered anyone saying that he couldn't find a place where he belonged, where he wanted to stay.
And why couldn't Boston be that place?