**Note: I unfortunately do not and will probably not ever own PJO, that's Rick Riordan's job**
I don't want him to let go.
The boy, his foamy green eyes always capture mine.
I can never break free of their gaze. I never want to.
They lock with mine. I nod my head.
I know we have to let go. He can't save me, I can't save myself.
I breathe in his salty-sea scent one last time; I don't want to forget it.
This boy, he gives me my best memories, we've done everything together. Those months when I lost him, my whole world had been shut done. He is my whole world.
"We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again," he yells above the sound of sliding rock.
I register what he says finally. "As long as we're together," I say.
He smiles back at me and releases his grip. Not on me though.
We hold each other the whole way down.
I have not, and will not, lose my Seaweed Brain. Ever.