A/N: Before you go completely mad bonkers on me realize this: The OOCness may bother me, but thats what it's supposed to be for THIS one-shot...don't bug to harshly..it's my first one shot..so don't, like, judge me too hard, k?

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"Why not Piper? I never did anything wrong! There was -" His phone starts to ring. Jason looks nervously at Piper; Piper feels herself die a little at the sight of his pleading face.

"Just answer it," she whispered, walking away and he does answer. She lets a tear slip and says:

"We're over." As Jason drops the phone, she runs away from him, deeper into New York's Central Park - getting lost in the crowd.

She sits on a bench, crying her eyes out. She sees a cherry-red leaf. She stares at the leaf and picks it up. "You probably lost someone, huh? You belonged to something amazing, right? But it let you go? You lost contact with it, right? Yes, I know I'm right. But you're lucky; you knew it was going to happen. I'm sorry. You went through breaks, and are deprived of your sun, right? Well, I know how you feel. But I decided, I think it's for the best, well, I hope it is.

"You didn't have a choice or say in it. You could have stayed with the tree your entire life; nothing would happen. I'm sorry," Piper whispers to the leaf and sobs gently. She never felt so lost, so…so empty.

If you were trapped in eternal darkness without a good bye to all those you loved. Well, it's that feeling, that horrible insecure feeling. She missed Jason; her heart ached with electricity from his touch. For his everything that made him, him. So, in reality, she missed Jason himself.

She wanted Jason's beautiful blue eyes on her - anything; anything to have his attention was enough. She wanted Jason to be standing right next to her if she fell just so he could catch her. But she missed him too much. It was over cruelty.

Why did she make that decision? Why? Why, oh why? She screamed and it echoed in the now dark park. She watched as the sky clouded and lightning crashed.

Jason, she thought and kissed the front of her middle finger and index finger at the same time. This was their blessing to each other, but she stopped herself before sending it away. Her mind wanted her to, but it was too late. Doves were already flying west. She sobbed.

She missed him; she wanted him near her. That's when she heard the crash of thunder. She looked up in the sky and saw an electric current of lightning. It spelled, "I love you."

She fell to her knees, crying. It was his sign. No one had to explain it - no one. She knew it was from him. She knew his powers better than he did. She sobbed, and that's when firm arms picked her up and carried her out and into a car. She knew who it was. She made no protest.

Piper wanted to be home in her cabin, asleep, with her monkey stuffed animal at hand. She wanted to cry herself to sleep, not to let go of her dreams and just to be away from the world, nothing more. Nothing less.

Piper's POV

"What happened?" Nico asked and stared at me with big black eyes and I leapt into his arms. Nico is and always will be my big brother. No matter what, he will look after me and I will look after him.

I cried and cried until all I had left in me were whimpers and no tears. Tears wouldn't escape my eyes. Cries wouldn't escape my lips. Nothing happened. I just, for once in my life, stopped living. I forgot the reason to live. I forgot how to breathe. I forgot everything - to breathe, to be alive. Everything.

"Are you ready to tell me what happened?" he asked, holding my hand in his, and I shook my head. I haven't been this close to any of my friends. Not even Jason; Nico knows I love Jason with all my soul, he just doesn't know I broke up with him.

"I - I broke up with him," I mumbled and Nico just sat there, motionless. He looked at me, confused with my choice and I started to explain. "He kept talking to this girl he knows from the Roman camp. I told him that if he liked me, he wouldn't talk to her while he was with me. So we were together in the park and his phones rings. It's her and -"

"He picks up the phone," he whispered and I looked down. No more tears for me, or for him. Nothing would change his actions. Not even if I went back in time and stole his cell phone so this wouldn't be the situation. But of course, this indeed was the horrendous situation that I feared would occur. I thought I had loved him, but then he answered that phone.

You probably think I'm flipping out over a stupid phone call, but he promised me if she called while on a date with me and if he answered; he would stop caring. And now I know why.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to the red leaf clutched in my hand. I slowly rose out of Nico's arms and stared at the red leaf. I looked up at the car's ceiling window. I opened it and just let my head feel the smoothness of the wind.

I felt indestructible. Amazing, beautiful. Every wonderful emotion you could feel, but something made me feel empty. Something I was missing. I knew who was missing. Jason. Jason was missing from my life. And I started to cry.

Jason POV

I saw the doves. I saw her signal. Maybe, just maybe, she still wanted me. A little hope kindled within me and I ran closer to the sky, and I wrote what I really felt for her.

Three days after the breakup ):

Piper's POV

Pajamas and a tank top was all I wanted to wear right now. After what happened, there was no reason to dress up. No reason to think I was good enough. Nothing. Nada.

I wish I hadn't told him it was over, but what else was I supposed to do? What other choice was there? What was I supposed to do? He made a promise. He looked at me as if I were the most important thing in the world. Nothing was happening! Nothing important. What if he was cheating on me? WHAT IF?

"No," I whispered to myself and went to walk outside. I slipped on a jacket and some boots. Trudging outside, I was very aware of the snow. (A guy from Apollo asked the camp if they wanted snow and they said yes!) I slipped and fell. Great. My butt is now officially soaked. I sighed; I wish my life was full of him. Full of his love, his warmth. Anything about him I wish I still had, but that was the past, not the present.

I curled myself up so that I wouldn't think of the cold brushing on my skin. I wouldn't have to feel the betrayal. I missed him. I missed him so much.

But I knew we weren't 'us' anymore.

OOOOoOOOO

Third Person - Piper

Crying was not a suit for Piper, nor was the emotion of emptiness. She was so used to Jason - so used to him being there, so beautiful and perfect and alive - that it was actually impossible to live without him. She hoped he was dying without her, even though she knew that was a selfish thought to think.

But she kindled something - some wisp of happiness and love; a reminder of better times - and she actually started hoping, but that blew out as soon as she saw Jason smiling at the sky. He was smiling, at the sky! A place so sacred - because it was theirs and only theirs - that she was angry and sad and a little bit annoyed. Her breath was taken away because of his amazing face, and she just wanted to run to him, forgive him for everything - to say that she was stupid, that she needed him and never wanted him to let go. But she wanted it work it out - if he didn't want it enough to beg her forgiveness, his loss - so she crouched under the window and cried her aching heart out.

Nothing could feel more terrible than this. Her heart felt cut up into a million pieces, and then severed into dust. She felt cold and empty and alone. She cried, the tears spilling on her cheeks and onto her hands. And this was all for a boy whom she gave her entire heart to - and he didn't return a single thing. Under false pretenses had she been deceived, and who was to say she didn't enjoy every minute of it?

She looked down and saw the piece of light shining through the window. She couldn't help but laugh. Actually laugh. Not hallow and broken, but warm and light and carefree. It felt nice, to laugh again, to be free and almost whole. The warm heat tickled her bare foot and she laughed again. She felt - for the first time in a long time - happy. Then she was reminded of the person who filled her with that happiness before, and that lovely feeling slowly faded away into a cold, dark nothingness. It was followed by that irregular hurt, the quick reluctant pain after you get a shot. The feel of the cool winter air on snowy day on your arms.

Everything in her life felt absolutely terrible. Wrong. ALL WRONG.

"Jason." Her throat felt cut open and slit, like blood was pouring out of her mouth. This was not a good remedy; talking to the open air - to things that clearly weren't there. How long would it take before someone ordered a straightjacket? A month? A week? A day?

She was whispering to herself - though not because she missed Jason, though she surely did - she need to tell herself the truth. "I still love you." And that's when that pang hit her. Right in the chest, a little pinch; a squeeze. But it was the reminder of the little memory Jason left, her Jason.

Slowly getting up from the lonely spot, she stopped by the dresser and looked at the mirror. The red leaf still there, where she had left it; still the beautiful cherry-red color. The rich color reminded her of her own rich life - full of color and love. Full of happiness and joy. Piper was sad; reluctant to take another chance, almost. But an almost was not going to stop Piper McLean from taking what was hers. Not when she had lost it once before.

Piper's POV

Why couldn't life be like stories? Like Helen and Troy? The way he fought for their love - brave and strong; you couldn't deny their love was true.

Jason, I thought; the love and despair for him was unbearable. Crying for him in the middle of the night was unhealthy.

All I was now was a heartbroken, weak, fragile little Aphrodite girl. Sure, I was merely a sense of those things, but heartbreaks were off in time, right?

But for once, I had doubt about that. I had this surge of a feeling telling me that I would never be able to get over him. I would never move on. I would forever be stuck in this empty, heartbroken stage. Forever lonely. Forever searching - waiting for what I would not find. There would be no other love, no second chance, no moving on. There would only be him, and there would only be now - the loneliness, the despair, the yearning for something beyond my reach. Life was miserable; love was horrific. This was the life I had chosen when I let go of him - this was the life I would forever have. This was the only path left for me - what would I do besides follow it?

Piper, just shut up. He probably forgot about you; probably told himself he no longer needed you because you left him. I mean, face it Piper, you're nothing special! Why would he - how would he -?

Asking that question made my heart ache. Once - when I was little and didn't know how to swim - I had drowned, and couldn't get myself back to the surface. . . It was the feeling of not resurfacing to your true self. That one thing that makes you, you. For me that was Jason. I had thought for Jason that was me. I was wrong. But he was the fairytale ending – he was the prince, I the princess.

He broke my shell, made me smile. Made me feel like the best thing in the world. But now…what was my world? Broken, shattered, alone? A planet annihilated, yet still living in the pain and despair?

"Piper," a soft voice whispered, and I felt myself glowing at the name on his tongue. But then I realized…there was no 'us'. Whatever we had - that wonderful feeling - was gone now. No 'us'. Nothing. Just friends - maybe not even that. Jason let himself in, and I saw his electric blue eyes, his shaggy blonde hair - everything I missed.

"Jason," I said in hard tone that even made me flinch. I forced myself to play the part - the tough, independent Aphrodite girl who did nothing but break hearts for a living. He could not see how terribly he had broken me; I would not allow it. This façade of me he saw would be the truth in his eyes. Weakness was not what he would find when he saw me – if he was mad that I supposedly got over him, then I did my part well. He reached out to touch me, but I cringed away from him; his eyes hardened and he looked mad. Mad at who? At me?

"Why are you acting like this?" he asked in tone he had never used with me. A tone that made me die a little inside. But no, I was Piper McLean. I was the strong daughter of a famous actor and Aphrodite herself. I could charmspeak and never stayed in one place too long. I could deal with this boy.

"Touch my hand, Jason." I held out my hand - my cold numb hand. He slowly made contact with it and rubbed his fingers together.

"But, Pipes." I flinched and he continued on even though he could feel me cringing, "you used to be so warm…" He trailed off and I touched the small part of my hand, and it in fact had turned warm. I looked at him; his eyes - those beautiful blue eyes – looked straight back at me. Not with anger, or regret, but with love and longing. As if he was longing to hold me like I wanted to hold him. Like he really cared what happened to me – the way Annabeth cared so much for her Percy.

"Well I'm not now…" I said, sounding cocky. But my defiance and pride was taking over me; love didn't matter right now.

"Why are you acting like this?" he asked, anger quavering his voice. That's when fury replaced that love dovey feeling, it replaced like a snap. No longer would I pity him – his longing to hold me – the force was too strong.

"Ever since you broke your promise!" I hissed, and he looked at me angrily as if I had just flicked him off.

"WHAT PROMISE?" he snapped. Oh, he snapped like a twig. A ruthless, idiotic twig!

"The promise you made; the one with the calling from her!" I yelled angrily, but it was more of a yelling cry than an actual yell. My mind was tearing away from the one thing I thought that was important. Now, it was gone. All that was left was a vague feeling I was missing something important.

"It was just a stupid phone call! There is nothing -"

"YOU PROMISED THAT IF YOU ANSWERED THE CALL YOU WOULD STOP CARING! YOU ANSWERED THE DAMN CALL! DO YOU NOT GET IT!" I yelled, finally dropping to my knees. The tears were overwhelming. My little façade was over – he now knew how much I needed him. Was that bad?

The feeling of being lost was unchangeable, the feeling of nothing. The pain, the tears, they just wouldn't go away! I tried to calm myself down, but the pain kept crawling back. But it came back swiftly, releasing utter and horrible pain into my body. A terrible psychotic gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach.

Everything hurt, not me – not in a physical sense - but my mind. My body ached with pain, ached with relief that I was letting it all go. Another reason for me to be here, crying in this room with Jason.

"I didn't - I honestly didn -"

"Didn't understand? You never do," I hissed angrily and he stormed out again. I screamed - the scream hurting my lungs but I didn't stop. But it was enough; enough to get the anger out, enough to let me break down.

He wasn't worth the cries, but that was a lie. I was lying to myself. Lying about how I felt about him, what he meant to me. That day I actually went outside my cabin, but only to bump into Thalia.

"Hey, have you seen Jason?" she asked, and looked around before focusing her eyes – identical to Jason's – on me. My knees buckled under the weight and all went black.

OOOoOOO

One Day Later:

I saw the morning sun shine through the infirmary, casting little rays on me, making feel happy. But as I looked at side the windows, I saw Jason. Jason smiling with another girl, laughing; having a great time.

He turned his head, looked at me and scowled, looking back at the girl, smiling once again. Drew, that little brat turned towards me and waved her short little fingers at me, as if it were cute. Jason smiled a smile that was for me, but put upon Drew. Did I not mean anything? Was I just a plaything he could mess with? As if that wasn't enough, he was hitting on my half-sister he knew I loathed.

I looked away – I could not bear it any longer – cheeks flaming with anger. I ran out of the infirmary – which was not the smartest move - and to Jason.

"YOU BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU? GO AND SAY YOU LOVE ME THEN TALK TO DREW, DREW? YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH -"

"Piper calm down," Grover's voice sounded shaky; I shook with anger. I walked away.

"PIPER! GET BACK HERE! YOU THINK I'M GOING TO TAKE THAT? DO YOU THINK -"

"YOU SHOULD! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK FOR YOU ANYMORE! I DON'T NEED YOU!" I yelled and ran away, sobbing my eyes out. I spoke lies, but was I glad? I didn't know – I just knew the pain and the hurt and the despair of him flirting, actually flirting, with Drew.

I wish in the dearest of my mind that I had never said that. I wish that my world didn't collapse after all this. But it did, I collapsed. I started the idea of drawing, just drawing. I wasn't even sure if I was that good, anyways.

I drew the sun, butterflies, landscapes - anything really. Art was my thing now - even though I have never been well with my hands - it brought some point into my life. When I saw Jason sitting by the lake, hands in lap, and he seemed to be staring at his reflection. I stood next to his slouched figure – I could not resist but to go to him - and he gasped, perhaps in shock.

"Piper," he breathed – did he think that saying my name would make everything better? - and looked up at me. I looked away, not wanting to meet those beautiful eyes of his.

"Look, Jason, I'm sorry for everything. I know that you've moved on and," I kept speeding with every word as if I couldn't get it out fast enough, "frankly I'm okay with that. I know that what I did in front of camp was wrong and I shouldn't have called you a -" Then he kissed me. A real kiss – one that I had longed for since forever. And I did the thing that came to me – I kissed back. I put all my passion and anger and frustration and everything I had felt into that kiss. His touch once again, it was that wonderful feeling that made me spring for joy inside.

The amazing touch that I felt as if he were sending me love in each kiss. He let go and I sighed, touching my fingers to my lips as if I couldn't believe my luck.

"You love me again," I whispered – and even to my own ears I sounded shocked and confused - and he smiled, holding my face close to his.

"Who said I ever stopped?" Jason whispered and looked at me with loving eyes. Loving eyes that gave me hope.

okay, so I the end was the one thing I wanted to do this whole time! so I got a little over excited so I rushed towards the end so yeah...

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