It has been a month since...he was gone. I tried not to think about him because whenever I did I would break down. Would I ever see him again? Secretly I would trade Jason any day for him no matter what would happen. I know it is selfish but I just want to be in his arms again. To be reassured.
I was going through my stuff mindlessly because my siblings said I needed to get rid of some of my books because they were taking up too much space. Of course I did not have many but my cabin had to have someone to blame for the lack of space and since I am the head of the cabin I took the fall. I guess it is suddenly bad to be smart and have thousands of items that prove that.
I would pass across books I had once read and skim the pages. I know I probably sound masochistic but I would just look through the book to find a quote that matched how I felt or reminded me of him so I could feel sorry for myself. I wrote a few down to remember:
Aesop: It is easy to be brave from a safe distance.
William Shakespeare: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end.
William Shakespeare: Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
I stopped after a few because I could not risk one of my siblings walking into the cabin and seeing me so sad. I continued going through books, occasionally throwing out the old books with big words because me and my dyslexia could not take it.
After about an hour I stumbled upon my old diary that I wrote in until the early winter I was 16 in. I opened it and smiled as I saw what I wrote on August 18, my first underwater kiss. I sighed happily remembering that day and then I continued flipping through my diary.
I got tired with it eventually so I threw it onto my bed and a white piece of paper flew out of it and onto the floor. I looked at it puzzled and then bent down to pick it up. I picked it up and I turned it around to reveal a picture of a boy with black hair and amazing green eyes holding his arms around a girl with a blonde pony-tail and stormy eyes who was giggling at the camera. They both wore the orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirts showing they were demigods.
I gazed at it in a daze as I studied the details of the photo. Written on the bottom was: Seaweed Brain and Wise Girl. I folded it up gingerly and stuck it at the bottom of my cabinet where I kept my shirts and then I slowly cleaned up and shifted to the window. I looked out into the Lake and across Long Island Sound, suddenly getting a faraway look.
Where was he right now? Did he miss me? Was he okay? Many questions rushed into my mind knowing I could not keep them out any longer. Where was the boy in the picture? Wise Girl wanted to be with Seaweed Brain. A small vulnerable tear drifted down my cheek. I wanted Percy back with me so I would have to find him myself.