A/N: Hey guys! Back again with my second update of the month, hope you like it!
On a day of spring in the middle of winter,
The sun shines through light curtains framing a small bedroom window on the eighth floor of a New York apartment.
And on the bed of that bedroom sat a boy with blankets pulled high, watching the rays filter through the then fabric and make patterns on the floor.
Snow still littered the rooftops, the only remnants of a winter that was still going on but seemed, at least just for a day, so far away.
He feels the tug of the small taste of spring, it calls him, and he lets his grip on the blankets loosen. It feels weird for his fingers to not have anything to clutch.
Slowly uncurling his fingers, he watches the particles of dust move in the new light.
Had there always been so much motion in his still room?
The weight of the blankets off his chest he finally feels like he can breathe, the air a bit lighter now than ever before.
Hardwood floors cool the heat he had been clinging to maintain as if it could melt the ice growing around his heart.
He feels the coolness spread through his body, the warmth finally drifting away.
He almost falls.
The dresser that catches his hand has a photograph that makes him want to fall back into bed, but a light chirping sound breaks his thoughts.
And on that small bedroom windowsill on the eight floor New York apartment, a little blue jay is pecking at sparse snow.
The chirps are quiet, but the color is vivid, and he manages to walk over to the window.
Head tilted to the side; it stares at him for a second before quickly flying away as he approaches the glass. And as his fingers curl around the base od the window to lift it open, he watches it fly to another window on building opposite to him, a few floors down.
The gust of wind that flows through the room is chilly and causes goosebumps on his arms but instead of backing away, he leans into it, poking his head out.
The air is lighter out there, it melts the suffocating heat he'd been building up.
Drawn once again to the chirping, he can see the other window the blue jay had landed on, and another set of arms opening the window a second before the bird flew away.
A head of messy blonde hair pops out and looks around.
She sees him.
His fingers so used to being scrunched up, yearn to stretch out into a wave.
So he does.
On a day of spring in the middle of winter,
A boy lets go.
(And the next day when temperatures have dropped once again and the forecast has snow, he bumps into a girl with a blue hat on her head covering part of the messy blonde curls underneath.
He can feel the cold seeping into his bones and it's a sign he's alive.
And those fingers, wanting to hold something other than a blanket, eventually find a hand that's even warmer.)
A/N: So what did you think? I was inspired by the line, as I'm sure you know, a day of spring in the middle of winter. Originally had written this for Annabeth but then thought it was important to showcase Percy letting go too. I think it's a side that people don't generally see with guys.
But yeah, hope you liked it, hope you let go of something that you need to this spring (it's coming up…hopefully lol)
Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!
And as always, thanks for reading!
See ya! :)