This is H's story. Sorry about the shortness. Anyway I do not own Percy Jacksom. H doesn't either. Do I look like a man in my 40's? No I am not I am a 12 year old girl!
Eight months. That's how long Percy Jackson the Savior of Olympus, my boyfriend has been gone. And Aphrodite has loved playing with me.
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Argo ll hovers above New Rome and a thousand thoughts hit me like a bucket of ice cold water. What if he's not here, what if he doesn't remember, and most importantly, what if he's with someone else? This thought envelops me in a bubble or horror. My seaweed brain. With someone else. Listening to our song. love in his eyes staring down at the girl that replaced me. Leo lands the ship. And Piper and Jason along with me get off the ship, and I see Percy Jackson, looking better than ever. My first instinct is to run to him and kiss him. But I can't the fear that enveloped my is still there, lingering. But the minute he sees me his eyes light up like the stars. and I know, he remembers. Then the moment come when we can't hold back. I run to him and he runs to me, I ask him how long he's remembered me, and he says one word. Always.