A/N: For some reason, I feel the need to post depressing drabbles and apparently I'm on a Luke fix, because this is two in a row. This is un-beta-ed, so be kind, and don't blame the beta.
Disclaimer: I refuse, under any circumstances, to lie. This is why I must confess that I do own PJO. *gets hit by Annabeth's dagger* Kidding! Totally kidding! I don't own. I'm in a depressed mood, not a clever disclaimer mood, so forgive me.
She simply couldn't hate him.
Beyond the fact that she was a huntress, he was a traitor, and they both would kill each other given the chance.
She couldn't do it. She couldn't, wouldn't hate him.
Sitting in a forest with all the time in the world, after the war, and after her strength, it was so easy to look back and think rationally.
She knew she should hate him. There were a lot of things Thalia Grace should do, and she was sick of it. So, maybe she was rebelling the slightest bit. Or perhaps she wasn't the hating kind. No, that wasn't true, she had hated people before.
She herself wasn't sure what it was. It could have been the memories that continued to haunt her, of running and blue eyes and laughter and family. Maybe it was the old, broken promise of safety and love.
But she knew one thing was for sure. She didn't hate Luke Castellan. No, she felt something else for him.
She simply loved him.
A/N: I really like how this turned out. Did you guys? I wonder... Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed. I want to shout out to Queen Alexandera's Birdwing, 'cause she's awesome, and My Heart Loves You But I Can't, because she not only writes awesome stories, she has an epic username! Thanks guys!
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