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I hate you! I thought again, over and over towards Luke, hoping somehow that he could hear. I couldn't get out words though, I was choking on my tears; my eyes were blurred with them. I stared daggers at the ground, wanting them to bore into him; to kill him; but I couldn't look at him. Because I knew he had a pitiful, innocent expression on his face, begging me to listen. Begging for me to forgive him. To believe him. But I wouldn't. I was done trusting Luke. He might have even been Kronos. I was clueless, unsure of what Luke was, unsure of where Percy was. I couldn't understand anything that had taken place today.

From Percy – kissing me! – to Luke…coming, destroying my life; my life that had just started piecing together again. I twisted yet another piece of grass between my fingers, lost in thought; stuck in feelings of hate and sadness. For now I had nothing…I had no one. Percy was my life…and now he was gone. Maybe forever. But I had to find him…that was the only reason I had left to be here; alive. I had to hope Percy was alive – I had to know, I had to find him.

"I'm coming," I mumbled softly through my tears, and my body shook, "I'll find you." If only he could hear my words…

"What?" the voice I didn't want to hear asked. I glanced up at him.

"Nothing. Go away," I said, frustrated and full of hate.

"Why? I'm not leaving until we talk," he replied stubbornly. I glared at him.

"Well I'm not going to talk with you," I said angrily.

"Then I'm not leaving!" he said. I groaned.

"I HATE you!" I sighed, standing up. I wiped away my tears and turned around, walking further away from him. He followed me. I looked behind me, glaring daggers at him, wishing he would disappear. Tears sprang forward again. He continued to follow. I started walking faster…to get away…anywhere. Anywhere but here. Anywhere that Luke wasn't. He quickened his pace, too, and he reached out, grabbing my arm. I pulled away quickly and broke into a run. I had to get away. I continued to run, until I was sprinting. And I cried, until I couldn't see where I was from the blur. But I didn't care. I just needed to be away. To hide from Luke. I ran into the forest, towards the lake where Percy and I had been. Not long ago. Today. But it felt like an eternity .

I arrived at the lake. What was I doing? I couldn't jump in; I couldn't hold my breath for long. I wanted to plunge in, and for Percy to be there; for Percy to hold me and to kiss me underwater where no one could see us, in a whole other world with no one but us. I wanted to disappear.

Then I remembered…my cap. I could disappear. Not that it would help. I would feel just as alone and just as vulnerable and I wouldn't feel invisible. But, I sighed and pulled out my cap, looking down at it in my hands. Then, I heard noises. Someone was coming. Luke. I sighed again and pulled on my cap.

Before he came into view, I sat down at the bank of the lake and held my breath. I was afraid that, somehow, he would still see me. He finally came into the clearing around the lake. He was right there. How could he not see me? It felt so weird to be invisible. You don't feel invisible…you just can't see yourself and you're somehow hidden from the world. Luke looked around and sighed. If Kronos was still inside of him, I would think that the Titan could sense me…somehow. But I didn't know for sure. Maybe he did sense me. Or maybe Luke was actually Luke. But he couldn't be Luke. And if he really was, I would never think of him as Luke – never the same way as I used to. I used to think he was amazing; he was safety and hope and honest and he would never let me down. And I liked him. Maybe I loved him. But not now. I could never forgive him for his betrayal. Never.

But, even as I thought those words, I knew that I was wrong. It was true that I could never trust him and never forgive him for what he had done; I would always hate him. Especially that huge, overwhelming part of me that was uncontrollably in love with Percy Jackson. But some stupid part of me still yearned for Luke, the old Luke, and how things used to be. The tiny, nagging part of me that wanted to give him a second chance. But the rest of me was stronger – it had to be – I couldn't give in to Luke. He was probably Kronos. And this was probably his plan. But for some reason, that small sliver of my heart didn't care and doubted, against all logic, that he was Kronos. But, as I said, most of me thought he was Kronos. He had to be. I knew it.

Maybe.

Ugh, it was so confusing. And as I watched Luke, standing with a confused, worried expression, looking around the area for any sign of me, I knew I had to drop my gaze. I looked down at the grass again and tried to stop the tears from falling. Because that one part of me was crying for my past, for when Luke was my best friend and the boy I loved. That part of me wanted to run to him and make him smile and to know that he was Luke. To forgive him and trust him again.

No. That was his plan. It had to be. Kronos' plan was to make me love Luke, and to make everyone love and trust him again. I would not let this work. I would not trust Luke. He was a traitor, and he was Kronos. Even if he had Luke's eyes and Luke's voice.

So, I sat back in the grass, staring at the lake, and thought about my real love. I enjoyed the fact that I was hidden, and I closed my eyes, and I thought about Percy.

I'll save you, I thought, I promise.