I do not own PJO, Rick Riordan does. So far...
He looks at her. She's looking somewhere else. He can't stop looking at her. She isn't even facing his direction. He wants to be near her and only her. She's surrounded by her siblings. He wants to touch her, even if it's only a second. She's untouchable. He needs to tell her something. She can't hear. He will wait.
He's so close. She's still. He's only a foot away. She's still reading. His hand is on her shoulder. She turns her head. He smiles. She smiles back. He sits down next to her. She looks at him quizzically. He starts talking. She listens. He finishes. She has no immediate reaction. He starts to leave. She grabs his arm. He looks into her eyes. She looks into his.
They kiss.
He finds her. She's working. He walks up to her. She doesn't see him. He calls her name. She looks up. He talks to her. She talks back. He stands up. She stands up. He looks into her eyes. She looks into his. He gets on one knee. She puts a hand over her mouth. He asks her something. She starts crying. He looks at her hopefully. She says yes. He jumps up. She crashes into his arms. He wraps his arms around her. She cuddles deeper. He laughs. She laughs.
They kiss.
He's standing nervously. She's walking closer. He has a look of pure joy on his face. She has the same look on hers. He is tingling with anticipation. She is finally at his side. He looks at her. She looks at him. He hears someone else but sees only her. She can't stop looking at him . He waits for his part. She hears agree. He hears her. She agrees. He lifts the veil. She lifts her face to his. He reaches for her hands. She reaches for his.
They kiss.
He's next to her. She's lying down. He wants to comfort her. She's in pain. He's stroking her hair. She doesn't mind. He wipes away her sweat. She is calm. He sits down. She screams. He jumps up. She isn't comforted. He knows it's time. She feels it's time. He holds her hand. She's busy. He is whispering softly in her ear. She's screaming. He cradles her head. She's finally done. He's proud. She's relieved. He holds her child. She reaches for his child. He's holding his daughter. She's holding her daughter. His hand touches hers. Her hand touches his.
They kiss.
He's lying down. She's standing next to him. He has a solemn smile. She has tears on her face. He looks at his friends and family. She's only looking at him. He reaches for her hand. She grabs his. He has tears in his eyes. She has tears on her face. He feels it's time. She understands it's time. He's slowly drifting away. She's at his side, but not at his side. He's almost gone. She feels it too. He smiles. She smiles.
They kiss.
He's standing. She's not there. He's waiting. She's being judged. He looks for her. She isn't in sight. He wonders if she will join him. She's worried. He remains hopeful. She is told. He is fretful. She is ecstatic. He's looking. She walks into his view. He sees her. She finds him. He runs to her. She opens her arms. He opens his arms. She runs to him. He embraces her. She nestles into his arms. He is glad to be rejoined. She is glad to be rejoined.
They kiss.
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