If I ever post this. I aplogize in advance. This is a freaking trainreck that i wrote up in like 30 minutes. I really don't even know what this is about.

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Maybe

It was a word used too much. It varies things. It's a riddle by itself.

Maybe. Meaning 'yes' or 'no' in cases. Meaning, maybe you'll survive, maybe you'll live, maybe you'll be happy.

But the truth was, Percy's life was always 'Maybe', it was just too late before he realized it. Maybe he wouldn't get kicked out of school. Maybe he would get some friends; maybe he could be good for once.

Maybe he could read.

Maybe he could be happy.

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Sally always thought things. Riddles. That's what she decided her son's life was. Full of them.

There was never a direct answer, just 'maybe's' thrown around.

Maybe your son will live. Maybe Gabe will hide him. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

She didn't want maybe's, she wanted the truth.

She wanted to know if her son could be safe, she wanted to know if he could live.

She just had to learn it the hard way.

;;

Annabeth knew it too.

Maybe was a dangerous word. It was never direct. It steered you in directions you didn't want to go.

It was like a prophecy, it told the truth but in a different form, in a harder way.

She didn't like things she couldn't solve. That's probably why maybe was on her list of dislikes.

But Percy was always a 'maybe'.

Yet she learned to love him.

Yet she learned uncertainty could make life interesting.

Yet she discovered love was a 'maybe' as well as him

'Love' and 'Maybe' might have not been all that different.

They're both uncertain.

They're both uncontrollable.

They're both something everyone needs.

Drama, Interest, Indirection.

Percy had taught her things, made her see life in a different light.

And she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

But she was sure it wasn't something she regretted either.

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Leo's life was full of regrets.

Full of maybe's, full of uncertainty.

It wasn't something you wanted.

Love was something people wanted.

It was something Leo had failed to receive over the years.

And yet, he seemed Happy for an orphan.

Happy, Maybe, Love, Regrets.

Not something you'd think is common, but yet they are.

They have both pros and cons to them.

You regret losing your love, yet remaining happy with your live being full of 'maybe'.

They're all a part of life.

The confusing, infuriating, stupid, life we live.

It doesn't make sense why we keep living, but we do.

He decided that 'maybe' might not be as bad as it sounds, but can be.

So can love

And regrets

And happiness.

They all have pros and cons.

But Leo never saw them as that.

He valued everything, every feeling, every memory, every life he would live.

Maybe he could learn to love. Maybe he wouldn't live in regrets. Maybe, one day, he could turn 'maybe' into a nicer word.

Yes or no.

But for now he waits.

Everyone waits, for 'maybe' to change.

For it to be in control.

For it to be direct.

For it to truthful, without riddles.

And everyone just sits there, while history rains around them, telling us all it will never change.

But maybe meets a new threat, something more powerful.

Hope.

And Hope is the only thing stronger than the fear we possess.

So in a way 'maybe' makes us stronger.

It just takes us a while to realize it.

Like Percy had.

God, why why why why why why why why why why why why

This is so bad

I regret nothing though.

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~ pedals_in_the_wind ~