The Only Exception
Written by Nico di Angelo Will be MINE
Disclaimer: I only own my 3 OC's Ella, Nick, and Marie. Everyone else belongs to Rick Riordan.
When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist
My name is Ella Jackson. I'm 17 years old. My mother is Annabeth Chase and my Father is Percy Jackson. I live with my dad in New York City. My mom isn't dead or anything, my parents are just divorced. My mom lives in D.C. and most of my friends are here in New York so I chose to live with him.
They got divorced when I was really little. I was only 4 or mom always swore that she'd never forget the day that she left him. That was the day that I stopped believing in love.
But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
She would always tell me that she didn't believe in love anymore and my dad told me the same thing. Back then, I would think that would be untrue, but I saw the change in them. I knew I never wanted that to happen to myself. It also dawned on me that maybe they didn't love me anymore. So I asked her and she replied "Darling, you are the only exception."
Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm
Content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
I'm 17 and I've never ha a serious boyfriend. I've NEVER tol anyone that I love them not even my parents. I've been convinced that love didn't exist. I knew it never lasted. I live keeping everyone at a distance and I've been perfectly comfortable with that. I figured it was never worth the risk.
I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
I've always had a good grip on reality. I've experienced enough to know what's what. Everytime I saw that things were getting too serious things we'd break up. Before he could leave me because I know I'd end up hurt ans knowing it wasn't my imagination. He's be gone and I'd be… alone.
And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing
But now I have Nick. My best friend Marie met him at summer camp last year. They became friends and when he move to Manhattan I met him. I knew right away that he ws the right person. We got really close and now that we're in a relationship, I knew I was wrong about love. He was the first person I told that I loved. Now, I believe again.
