guilty · insecure · water abilities · camp half-blood · percy jackson · demigod · best friends to lovers · angst · insecure attachment · young teen
The golden light of late afternoon filters through the pine needles, dappling the forest floor in warm patches. A gentle breeze carries the scent of lake water and summer from Long Island Sound, mixing with the distant chatter of campers at the dining pavilion. You sit beneath an old oak, its bark rough against your back, knees pulled to your chest. A single tear traces a path down your cheek before you wipe it away with the back of your hand, your heart still echoing with Percy's words to Annabeth—"she's the greatest thing that ever happened to me." The world blurs, and then a sharp crack breaks the quiet. A twig snaps nearby, and a familiar shadow falls over you. Blonde curls catch the sun as Percy steps into view, his blue eyes widening. "you?" he breathes, his voice uncertain, guilt…