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AN: And here's a drabble that I promised for Sydney.
A Sunlit Day
Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan. The proof: I'm female
WordCount: 633
Summary: It was one of those rare, peaceful days that she tried to convince herself that nothing horrible could happen.
To sit here at this present, and behold
That chair stand empty; but we all are men,
In our own natures frail and capable
Of our flesh; few are angels
-King Henry VIII
Act V, Scene III
It was one of those rare, peaceful days that we had before the major fighting started.
Light fell down like golden rain, painting the grass with hues of yellows and oranges. The lake that we were near swirled with hot and cool colours, acting like water on top of oil. The strawberry fields weren't far off, and that would explain for the sweet smell of ripe fruit that hung heavily in the late spring air.
And Charlie wasn't relaxing one bit. Instead of enjoying the day liked we promised, he was quieter than usual. Always having his game-face on. I bite my bottom lip, trying not to let the anxiety take total control over me. Hissing whispers in the back of my mind taunted me that everything was my fault. That beautiful days like these may never happen again.
ButLukepromised, I reminded herself, playing with the charm on my bracelet. Charlieandotherswon'tgethurt,Ijustneedtogivethemtheinformation,that'sall.
The tree that we were under swayed its branches, the leaves twirled and spread themselves all around the scenery like pollen. Our shade flickered, letting pockets of sunlight hit our skin.
Charlie folded his hands across his chest and closed his eyes, as if he could absorb the peacefulness by just trying to keep the façade of relaxation. It wasn't fooling me. For the several past months he and Percy had been training, giving orders, and trying to teach what few campers they had into into an army.
I lightly touched his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "we're going to be all right."
The words ringed falsely in my ears.
Charlie cracked a weak smile that made some of the worry-lines disappear. His voice rumbled from the countless hours of shouting orders the other day. "Well, I have you? Don't I?" He opened his dark eyes, and one of his large hands moved to envelope my own.
The scars and burns that marred his hand were thick and startling pale against his dark skin. He wore them proudly, showing what he faced that made him a true hero. Sometimes I felt jealous looking at my creamy skin. There wasn't a mark nor proof that showed I was a hero.
I managed a smile of my own. The feeling of despair sunk lower in my stomach. "Always."
He squeezed my hand and slowly shut his eyes to fall into a deep sleep. The change was almost instant. All of those worry-line vanished, a wide smile was woven over his face, and he looked truly relaxed.
My eyes also closed and I imagined the horror of Charlie finding out the truth. He face would be smeared with disgust, hatred blossoming in his lovely eyes. "Why would I ever love you?" he would sneer.
I shuddered at the thought as I opened my eyes. I then looked at his real face. The way the skin near his eyes would crinkle whenever they smile, the way he he could say Iloveyou with complete ease, and the way he treated me as if I was the most important person in the world.
I brushed a kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "I hope you can forgive me one day."
