She hated how easily he could break her heart.
When he stepped off the ship, her heart rose with joy. Joy that was instantly crushed as she saw her, her fingers entwined with his.
She hated how easily he had fallen in love with her.
She hated how she had to be strong, how she couldn't break down.
She hated how she had to wipe her face clean of any emotion, only crying in the dead of the night, her sobs muffled by her pillow.
She hated waking up.
She hated how it hurt.
She couldn't not think of him.
Every happy memory, every treasured moment was with him.
She hated how easily he had torn down her walls, how easily he had forgotten.
She hated her memories of them joking, laughing, flirting.
Of them together, planning, walking, cuddling.
Of their first kiss, a week before he disappeared.
She hated how weak she felt.
She hated how betrayed she felt.
Everyone had left her.
Jason and Percy, similar at first glance, but surprisingly different below the surface.
She had felt so real, so close.
She hated how she stayed up, sobbing, until the sun rose.
She hated how she felt so empty.
And most of all, she hated that she was alone.