Thanks to ThatWeirdGreekyLatino,a.k.a Tasha for typing this chapter up for me.
She didn't have to be Daphne or Hyacinthus. She was imperfectly herself, the hot-headed and humorous demigod he had met all those years ago. She was imperfectly a half mortal with charm and sass,with a hint of adorableness that she would not admit;adorableness which attracted him in the first place.
She was imperfectly Penny Jackson, the girl who was stubbornly biting off more than she could chew.
Not that he blamed her. For a demigod of her powers and hyper activeness, she could've taken on all twelve Titans by herself,and still have enough energy left to take a casual stroll through Tartarus like a park.
The best ones always leave soon,don't they?
Yes, they do.
Guilt built up inside his chest. His insides churned painfully - even the yummy burger he had for lunch rebelled in his stomach - at the thought. Ah,carefree,rebellious and one heck of a girl she was. Stomping and slicing monsters like tomatoes and lettuce - he really must stop paying attention to that heavenly smell of burgers - and still managed to look beautiful with their ichor splashed across her battle suit like mustard.
Wait,mustard?
Stupid,stupid,stupid!
Ah. His casual nickname from her. Though insulting,those words had crept into his heart like a sweet poetry. He never minded what she called him,for each made her laugh,and her laugh was enough to keep him happy for a lifetime.
He would've simply given up his title,his job and declare himself mortal if she told him to. Heck,even jump of a cliff and plummet to his own death while having a silly grin plastered on his face and asking her if she was happy yet. Not that she was that heartless enough to ask him to do that,though.
He missed the feeling of having her in his arms. They fit perfectly together - like they were designed,like the Fates had moulded and crafted them to be as such; his long,nimble fingers fitting in sync with hers;her graceful body for him to hold;her eyes to get lost in. She was beautiful in every which way he could imagine,not because she was perfect. She was imperfect and he loved her for it.
Somedays,the sun might've rose but his day would never truly start till he spotted the dark haired girl late in the day with a drool streak on the left side of her mouth and a bed head,a death glare shot to whomever trying to strike up a conversation with her.
"Stupid sun,stupid boyfriend,"She would say. "If only he would delay the sunrise,the oaf would actually prove useful."
He completely tried. But that only stirred up a bunch of scientists shouting that the Solar and Lunar eclipse was early and the world was going to end and shit like that.
Trust him,he completely wanted the world to end when he heard she's been tooth-picked from behind by a monster. Then he had hunted down the monster,roaring in anger,killed the beast mercilessly and stabbed it a few extra hundred times,taken it to the Underworld and cursed its kind forever. It took all the Olympian Gods, both the Camps,a few nymphs and Penny's soul itself to calm the enraged God of Music down.
Yeah,she meant that much to him,and everyday,every night,he had to recap on how she had left him forever.
Because People leave,but Memories don't.