This is how I think Reyna feels. This is a song-fic based on "Andy, You're A Star" by The Killers. Enjoy.
Jason, you're a star
On the field, I remember, you were incredible. You were the only one who could match me and even sometimes best me, but I'd never admit that. At the battle of Mount Othrys you were incredible: defeating Krios yourself and leading Camp Jupiter to victory. You were a star, in everybody's eyes.
I remember the first day I saw you: on the streets, such a sweet face jumping in town. I remember it well because it's the first time I thought I could honestly find a home since Circe's island. You seemed so warm and welcoming with your big blue eyes and award-winning smile. You always looked so happy here, at home, please don't find a new home. Please don't find a new family. Please don't find someone else.
You've left your mark on this place: you've left your legacy in gold on the plaques that line the hall. You've left your mark on all your friends here, even Octavian, because you saved us all and because you've sacrificed everything for us. You've left your mark on me.
I remember the first time you took me flying, not like when I'd ride Scipio and you'd fly alongside but properly. When you held me in your arms and flew in the brisk midnight air, you held me so close I could hear your heart beating. And even though we were at least 50 feet off the ground I felt safe, even with a boy. I've never felt that way before. I've never felt that way again, not without you.
You're almost here, the senate's verdict is in and you're safe to land, well hover, your warship. You're almost home and we can't wait for you to run back to your family with your arms spread wide, I can't wait. Only you don't.
Is it because you've always been taught to show no weakness, only strength? Is it because you're still Roman? Is it because you're still ours? Still mine? You don't look very Roman in that orange t-shirt of yours. You don't look very Roman with your untidy grown-out hair. So is it because of her: the one that's clinging to your arm?
"Hey" you say. 'Hey'? That's all? 8 months and that's all I get? 'Shut up' is what I want to reply. You ask me if you can take that girl around Rome, around our Rome. I abide, reluctantly, even though I feel like broken glass that you've shattered and replaced.
And now you've left: you've left your home, your friends, and me. You've left: on that ship, with those friends, and with that girl. And why wouldn't you? I've seen what she looks like. I was such a fool. Everyone here is after you and your posse. They feel like you've betrayed us. I feel like you've betrayed us, betrayed me. You seem to be nobody's star here anymore.
Please promise me she's not your world because, Jason, you're still a star. Even in nobody's eyes but mine.
Hope you enjoyed, I really don't know why I stay up this late. Anyways, I'm new to this whole thing so as much feedback as possible would be brill.