A.N This was written for a competition on the Camp Half Blood Forum, it's just a small drabble.
Milk: Chocolate Chip Cookie
Unrequited Love
Cabin: Poseidon
Words: 435
He Lied
When he first met him, after she went over the cliff, he knew, then. But he kept trying and hoping. He hated what he felt, he knew he was taken. But he loved all the same. After the Titan War it became too much, and he ran, again. He couldn't allow his hope to be smothered, not yet. So he avoided it, and them.
He saw him again, alone, and his hopes rose. Only to plummet when he realised he didn't recognise him. Did he remember her? If he lost his memory would he still remember him? He couldn't stand it, so he turned away. He couldn't resist one last peek over his shoulder, and watched as he walked away, obviously losing hope in finding his lost memories with him.
When he saw who had come to rescue him, his hope grew. There he was, standing there, fighting, all to save him. With no sign of her in sight. He watched him fight, a thing of grace and beauty, and he knew he was safe. How could he not be, when he had come to rescue him? He was right, they all escaped, with two more giants down, as he raced to find her.
As soon as he saw the web, he knew what was going to happen. He couldn't stop it, no matter how much he wanted to just let her fall alone. But he knew what that would do to him. So he watched him fall, and knew that was how it would always be, him with her, as he fell alone. He couldn't win, he would do anything for him, and he would do anything for her.
He knew, Jason knew now, and he hated it. All he got from him was pity, and he didn't need pity. So what if he loved someone who was taken? Who was willing to do anything for her, who barely seemed to know that he existed. So what? It wasn't any of his business, it was better when he didn't know. When he could just quietly work on trying to find someone else. When he didn't have someone watching him, acting responsible for him.
It was over. He sighed with relief. It was over and they had won. Yet he, he had lost. He watched them together and knew they were happy, he couldn't break them up, he couldn't hurt him like that. He approached them "I had a crush on you" (I still do) he said, "You're not my type" (I'm in love with you) he said, "I'm over it" he said. He lied.
A.N So I hope you enjoyed! As always I love constructive criticism and reviews, so feel free to let me know how you felt about this. Thanks, Kadme.
