Percy scowled, "I-I know you."
Nico raised his eyebrows, "Do you?"
-Son Of Neptune, Heroes of Olympus
You make it look easy, you know. You make loving someone look so easy.
Your eyes sparkle when you see her, and you watch her like she's the one thing you can't lose, no matter what.
Is that true?
Am I meant to never have you look at me like how you do her?
Will it always be this way?
The tightening of my chest, the erratic beating of my heart, the self-loathing, is this love?
And now she's dead.
And I know that when you kiss me, it's her that you see, her that you feel. I'm a replacement, the back-up.
So, why am I the one in love?
Why am I the one who comforts you when you cry, who thinks of you when I am the one in danger?
Why can't you see that she's gone, and that I've been here all along? I'm waiting for you, with arms outstretched, and you are still stuck searching for her ghost.
I hate myself, for loving you. Yet, I cannot stop myself from being there for you, because that is the only way that I may show my love.
You say that you know me.
Do you?