Hey guys! So here is a short chapter from me, but I plan on updating either today or tomorrow, so don't fret! :) Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the PJO characters!
Reyna's POV:
I found myself roaming aimlessly through the camp. Finally, I find myself in that old closet of film reels in the movie theater. Dust and light filters through the room, and I sigh.
I walk through all the film reels and my mind drifts to that night at the movies with… Percy.
My mind floods with different flickering images.
Percy's emerald eyes shining in the moonlight.
Percy's hand touching mine.
Percy's laugh.
I longed for that laugh.
That laugh almost makes everything better. It makes my heart dance across the stars, it makes the worries go away…
My mind thinks of our kiss.
I cringe and try to block the images out, but it's too late.
A million feelings rush at me as I remember all the times Percy's lips have touched mine. It is almost overwhelming.
That day in the bathhouse.
After our code duello.
Behind my principia.
At the fountain in New Rome at two in the morning.
In the Field of Mars.
Behind the mess hall.
And…
And…
Today.
And I don't want to feel it, but that sadness, that painful sadness that I've run away from my entire life crashed into my soul.
It's sad really, how he can touch me, the real me, so damn easily.
How he makes me fall apart so fast.
He reminds me of how flawed I am, and how I'm so weak, so weak.
So when I see no one's around to overhear, I cry. My knees buckle and I cry for my past, for my future.
How can I can have Percy, but I'm too afraid to do it. How I'm so scared, so scared, of dying. Of letting my fellow Romans die. So much pressure, responsibility on my shoulders. So many lives.
And then there's him. Because I know eventually he'll give up, because I won't be able to make up my mind. He's human. He won't be able to wait forever.
Forever.
A dark chuckle rises in my throat and comes out as a choked sob.
Forever?
Nothing is forever.
I sob harder as I realize the horrible truth.
I can't be fixed. No matter how much he tries, those scars- from Circe's island, from Jason, from other things I'll never tell- will never go away.
I can't be fixed.
I breathe in sharply, and take several more breaths.
"Why, Perseus Jackson? I was just starting to get a grip on my life!" I shout to no one. The scream bounces off the walls and back to me.
Because he came to help you. He's going to help you forgive and forget.
Forgive?
Forget?
To me, the thought is ludicrous.
But part of me clings to the thought, and hopes. I am done with holding everything inside me.
I want to break free.
So there you go! Hope you liked, and please review! :D
-The TimeMachine.
