I trusted him with my life, and he has hurt me over and over again. I can hear the whispers in the hallways, and i see what they say about me online. That I am dumb, ignorant. A fool to love something that will never love me back. Truthfully, I understand what they're saying. Looking into his face, I feel a mixture of love and disdain, and while our lips are locked I taste every girl trapped beneath him before me.

During me.

He loves me, I know it. Somewhere behind all of his passion for temptation, he loves me as well. I've never seen the boy cry unless I am hurt. And yet, most of the time I cry because of him.

I am lost. Young in love with a demon who wants only to be an angel. He is Satan's son himself, who wishes only to do good and be good but who was born into a world of temptation with no other choice. Regardless, I love him. It's a fatal flaw, I'm aware, to love your own destruction. At 16, I see myself as i should not; worthless, not good enough for someone carved by the gods themselves. I don't know whether to forgive his unfaithfulness and to take him into my arms or to leave and save what last part of myself I have left. I know what i want though; him. He's beautiful and smart, and when his eyes are not tinted red he is vibrant with life. I believe he is afraid to feel.

I feel; sadness, hatred, love. I do not eat, I do not sleep in fear that nightmares may plague me as they often do. I try, oh how I try, to be perfect in useless attempts. For him.

I wonder if, Percy sees how hurt I am? Where is he? Now, when I cry in bed alone. He makes it feel like it is my fault; that I am crazy.

But for what? Crazy for loving him? Probably. I fear every word that escapes his lips are lies and yet he preaches 'trust'.

I have been unfaithful as well, but only to watch him get angry. I crave to see his eyes ablaze with bitterness and anger. It is so often I see nothing but a dull echo of 'I love you' that makes me want to shriek,

"No! You do not love me and do not say you love me until you can take me into your arms and forget about the Redhead from last night."

Alas, we do not fight.

Without him, I am alone and so i dare not risk losing him to my rash words. But I can't help but wonder.

If he found out about the boy I shared myself with, would his heart break or would he remain stoic.

Would he remain The Son of Hades.