Hey everyone! So I have had a busy couple of weeks! My best friend I'm-too-outrageous-4u was in town and sadly she had to leave :( On the plus side we came up with many ideas that could possibly turn into a third story. I'm almost positive I will write that story separate from this one. Anyways, thanks everyone for reading my story! It means a lot to me! I don't own PJO!

I spent about a week in Greece. I bonded more with Anthony and he seems to be an amazing guy. He really makes my mother happy and he is overall a good man. He was telling me that he is officially moving into the Greek palace with my mother. He would travel between Italy and Greece for business but would mainly live in Greece. I too am going to live in Greece. I decided that New York is amazing but I need to get my life back on track and maybe returning to my home country might help me with that. I packed a small bag with my clothes in it to take to New York. After a long flight, I was back in Manhattan. I walked up to the apartment and unlocked the door. The vases of flowers were all going strong and filled the apartment with a nice mixture of pleasant smells. I called the landlord to discuss ending my contract. I signed all the papers and I needed to move out in one week. I returned to my apartment and made myself a salad. As I was watching t.v., someone knocked on my door. I walked over to answer it and opened the door to reveal a smiling Max holding a vase of red roses.

"Is now an ok time to talk?" he asked.

"Come on in." I said and he placed the vase of roses on the counter along with the other vases.

"The roses are beautiful. Thank you so much for them." I said to him and he looked at the other vases.

"It seems I was the last one to give you flowers."

"But roses are my favorite and no one else gave me any." I said and he smiled. I motioned for him to come sit next to me on the couch. He walked over and sat down then turned his body to face me.

"So how are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm much better. I still have a little bit of depression but the worst of it is gone. Also I have been sober for four weeks and I haven't even touched my pills for four weeks either."

"That's great Carter. So I'm curious about what caused you to become depressed to the point of attempting suicide?"

"Well my depression began when I was around 15 and 16. My mother and I have always had problems. She called me a mistake and never wanted me. She didn't care about what I did and left the staff to raise me. I just was tired of hearing her lies and I turned to alcohol and pill popping to cope with my issues. At the same time I was dating Alexander. He cheated on me multiple times while dating me. That caused me to feel upset and betrayed. One night he raped me while I was drunk and he was too. That caused many issues for me. I eventually got help for my addictions then and my depression went away. That was around the time I came to New York."

"I didn't realize that you had depression before I met you."

"Yeah depression runs in my family. My grandmother had it, my mother had it and might still suffer a little bit and I have it. Well when Armand passed away, the depression returned. I couldn't deal with losing the one person who showed me love and cared about me. It would fade in and out. Then when we went to Paris, it seemed to return. When I decided to break up with you, that sent me over the edge."

"So I'm part of the reason your depression came back?" he asked and seemed to have guilt in his tone.

"No, I mean the reason I broke up with you was the major differences between us. I was hoping you were going to propose to me at the love bridge but you didn't. Instead you told me how you didn't want to get married or have kids. I can get back to that later. Anyways, I broke up with you and in a way you represented Armand. He was my step-father of course but he was the only person to show me true affection until I met you. You were the only other person to love me after Armand. After losing him, I turned to you for that love and then I lost you and I felt the same way I did when I lost Armand. I was really upset with myself and I turned to alcohol to help me through that. Also being stupid, I called my ex-boyfriend and slept with him that night because I had lost it."

"By the way I am so sorry for everything that I said to you during Paris. I told myself that if your depression got worse because of me I could never forgive myself."

"Max it's ok. I forgive you for everything you said. I was really screwed up and I just shouldn't have done all of those things. So, after Paris I asked Alexander to move in with me. He agreed and came over to live here. Then I decided to see a doctor about my migraines since they got worse around that time. I was shocked that she prescribed me pain killers but at the same time I wanted them so badly. I instantly got addicted and my past repeated itself. I had many mental breakdowns and the stress and sadness took over. I thought nobody cared about me and wouldn't care if I wasn't around. I decided that maybe my mother was right, I was a mistake and decided that it was the end. I took a whole thing of pills and drank two bottles of wine to end it all."

"What were your thoughts as you were dying? Like thinking about everything that went wrong or what?"

"Yes and everyones lives without me. Actually you were the last thing on my mind before I went under. I thought about how happy you would be with a new woman and a new life with her." I said and he looked me in the eyes as tears began to form in mine.

"Carter I don't think any woman could make me as happy as you do."

"I still make you happy?" I asked him.

"Yes, Carter I'm still in love with you. That never stopped. When I screwed up in Paris and lost you, all I could think about was how to get you back into my life. When I heard that you committed suicide, I felt like someone killed me inside."

"You still love me?" I asked him and he smiled. A tear ran down my cheek and he grabbed my hands.

"Yes Carter I'm madly in love with you. I realized soon after our incident in Paris, that I do want the same things in life as you do. I want to get married and have kids and I want to do all of that with you." he said.

"Really?"

"Yes really. I guess what I'm trying to ask you is... will you take me back?" he asked me. My heart began to beat a little faster.

"Yes." I said and he gave me a kiss without hesitation.

"I promise, this time I won't screw things up." he said and I smiled.

"There is just one problem." I said and he looked worried.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I'm moving back to Athens in a week." I said.

"Why?"

"Well I thought I would give myself some space to recover from everything and maybe Greece would help me with that."

"You can't move back now. When does your lease run out?" he asked.

"I signed the papers and my apartment is going to be sold in a week. I have no place to stay so I'm returning to Greece." I said.

"Move in with me." he said.

"What? Max we just got back together and I don't want to take things too fast." I said and he smiled at me.

"Carter, you and I have been together for seven years. I think that shows we have been together long enough that moving in now wouldn't be that bad."

"I don't know Max, is that such a good idea?"

"Yes it is. I love you and you love me. We can maybe continue where we left off before things got ugly. Please move in with me."

"I suppose I could move in." I said and gave him a smile. He kissed me again and smiled at me.

"I'm so glad we're back together." he said.

"I am too. I suppose I should get my things ready to move into your apartment." I said.

"Our apartment." he said and I smiled. We talked a little more about his life and I added more about mine and my rehab experience.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" I asked.

"I would love to." he said and we ordered pizza. We ate it on the couch and once we were done, I cuddled up to him and we watched t.v. It felt like things never changed.

"So we have Percy and Annabeth's engagement party to attend. Would you like me to escort you?" he asked and I laughed.

"I would love that." I said and he hugged me tighter.

"Well I should get going." Max said and began to stand up.

"You aren't going to stay?" I asked him.

"Did you want me to stay?" he asked.

"I do but only if you want to." I said and he smiled.

"Then I will stay." he said and gave me a kiss. We stood there just kissing in the darkness of my apartment. The moonlight hit the floor and it was perfect. We made our way upstairs and fell into bed. I woke up the next day with Max's arms wrapped around me and my head on his chest. It felt like nothing was wrong before. I saw Max open his eyes and he looked down at me.

"Good morning beautiful." he said then gave me a kiss.

"Morning."

"Why don't I get started on breakfast. Pancakes ok?" he asked.

"Pancakes sound amazing. I'll meet you down there." I said and he got up.

"Ok I'll get started on them." he said and walked out towards the stairs. I walked out and looked over into the kitchen. Max was making the batter and getting everything together. It looked like the last time I was with him. My life was back on track again and I couldn't be happier.

So what are your thoughts? Good? Please review! I don't have very many ideas planned for this story so let me know if you have some. I do however have plans for a story after this one that will focus on same couples but in a different way. Thanks everyone!