Chris's big brown eyes opened, and Clarisse smiled. His eyes were broken, yes.
But they were still open.
Chris's mouth was wide, mid silent shout.
Clarisse blinked her tears away.
She hated the pain he was in.
The gods made demigods' lives so hard.
And of course, the person Clarisse loved most in the world was better of dead.
She screams, cries, prays to the gods that Chris will be less manic.
More normal.
And one day, her prayers are answered.
But for months, Clarisse is still suffering,
watching Chris flutter with death.
Love.
Clarisse would die to make Chris sane.
But love
isn't fair.