AN: Hey guys! Wassup? School's comin' in 3 days, and I'm excited yet scared 'cuz I'm going to Junior High! Yeah, can you believe it? I'm an ex-5th grader. :O:O Shocker....
Anyways, this is a story between Thalia and Luke, which is kind of like my other story, "One Thing, Two Do, Three Words, Four You" between Percy and Annabeth.
Inspiration Songs for this Chapter (There's a ton, but I'll shorten the list) :
No Surprise by Daughtry
Boston by Augustana
What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts
~Thalia, Daughter of Zeus
"Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul."
Luke. Luke Castellan.
The name hurt her. It was a sharp pain to the heart whenever she thought about the name.
The person the name belonged to hurt her. The name itself hurt her. Just the name. The person, well- whenever she thought of him, the person- it was like dying, but then again, she doesn't know what it's like to die.
But she's not the kind of person to forgive and forget.
She thinks of him, and all that pops up into her mind is a horrible word. Traitor.He meant so much to her, yet he took her heart, and crushed it, right in front of her. As much as she wants to, she cannot forgive and forget.
In her head, she distinctly remembers the charming 14 year-old that she met so many years ago, the smiling sandy-haired boy that was with Annabeth and her the whole way on way to Camp Half-Blood, the blue-eyed boy that told them everything was going to be alright, the angel that told her to be strong, and that he would always be by her side, fighting, breathing, laughing, crying, smiling, and living with her.
She hopes he feels remorse for his empty promise. She hopes that he's dying from the inside, remembering what he said to Annabeth and her, the promises he made, and how he swore he'd fulfill them.
She spent over four years as a tree, and this is how he repays her.
When she woke up for the first time in five years, Annabeth and Percy were sitting beside her bed. Annabeth was asleep, and Percy was watching her intently, his gaze hard, and curious.
She asked him a million questions, and when Annabeth woke up, she asked them about Luke.
Annabeth had paled, and Percy froze up.
Then, she knew something was wrong.
She remembers asking them, "Did he die?!", but they shook their heads, and she could distinctly hear Annabeth murmur, "Much worse." They told her everything, from when Luke gave Percy cursed sneakers, to when Annabeth and Percy were putting the Golden Fleece on her tree.
She stopped listening when they told her that Luke poisoned her tree.
How could he do that to her?
For months, she couldn't see him anything different from what she thought she did when she was on the run; the sweet angelic, brave boy that was with her every step of the way. Well, almost every step of the way.
She'll confess something.
She does love him. Or- she did.
He was her world, and if anything happened to him, she would find some way to blame it on herself. Notice the word "was".
That idiot could never be her friend again. Ever.
But then again, she saw the possibility on Mount Tam. He offered her friendship, and a place in an army where she would be something great. He gave her a chance to show the gods that she was not going to let herself be used as a tool, or a mistake.
She almost joined him. She actually considered siding with the guy she had loved. But that was over now, and she is a Hunter of Artemis.
But sometimes, she feels lonely. Yes, Thalia Grace feels lonely.
Sure, the Hunters are her companions, but there's just an empty hole in her heart that can only be filled by one person. Luke. She winces, the name still hurts her.
A nagging feeling in her head tells her that she'd better hope that Artemis can't read minds.
But Luke- he was a part of her that cannot be taken away, and the truth is undeniable.
Thalia Grace misses him.
He was her best friend, the first male to ever come into her life, besides her dad, who was never there. He was her anchor that held her to the world, the thing that kept her alive and going.
But the anchor- it was gone. She was a boat, heading nowhere in particular, right into the eye of a storm. The anchor had come loose, and she was floating right to her doom.
No. Not doom.
She would be her own captain of her ship, herself. She would lead it away from the storm.
She was strong enough to do that herself. Then a rescue team would come. Luke would come. He would've helped her steer away from the storm, but when she thinks back, he won't.
His loyalties aren't what she thinks and hope they are.
His lie towards the Titans.
Hers lie towards the Olympians.
Two seperate ways, parallel, never going to meet again. He would never tempt her or hurt her again. Her fate was to no longer be intertwined with his. She would be sure of it. Then again;
"Cupid, we need to have a little talk about your aim..."
