A/N: so lovely people who is reading this, this story is pretty sad and philosophical, also the title just popped up while I was writing this so please don't ask has really bad grammar because it's someone's thoughts. I guess this could be the ending or something of a big story, and maybe I will turn it into one someday, for now, just this. Hope you enjoy

I do not own . Or words. Only this special combination of many words..

She looked up, and saw me. I see her register the shock in her eyes, then pulse her lips. We both take a step forward at the same time, and walked past each other.

To any other outsider this scene is perfectly normal, but to them, it's a symbol of the end; the end of their friendship, love,and so much more they've gained over the years. There's no official goodbye, but both of them knew this is the end. Because there's no "they meet again 13 years after and fell in love again, there's no happily ever after, and both of them knew it. Yet they still choose to go apart from each other, to live on their own, to survive without each other.

Why you might ask? Because life isn't a fairy tale. Life will force you to make decisions you'll regret for the rest of your life. What do you do?Accept it, no matter how much it pains you, both physically and mentally.

Dare to be, Dare to dream, but always, dare to fall. If you can't do any of this, you are nothing. Humans are nothing without memories.

Even if you fall, the happy memories you have one through and will treasure forever will still be there. So live, remember and smile, and live to your fullest.

-after story-

Looking back on the days she had with him, she can still smile and feel warm inside, remembering the memories they created. Of how the way both of them felt like they belonged once in their lives. She didn't know about him, but she had the feeling they'll meet again, as strangers once more, maybe in another life, or maybe in this one. When they do, she promised herself, she'll smile like the first time, but say "How do you do, "

A/N: (The last sentence because he haven't said his name.)I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break up Percabeth. just kind of...happened.

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