Just Like Old Times
I Got Busted
I was sitting on my bed, looking at pictures of the two of us, or as some of our friends used to call us, the Inseparable Pair. The nickname had a funny backstory to it. Once, before Jason was taken away, a child of Hecate pulled a prank on us by cursing us with a spell while we were walking together, while holding hands. The spell made our hands inseparable, hence the nickname. We can’t let go until the next day so we can’t even take off our armour to sleep. We were sitting in the park bench after tugging both our arms in vain. A crowd was gathered around us, throwing flower petals, confetti, or sometimes even grass while roaring in approval. Astrid took a photo of us smiling and blushing like idiots.
I reached out under my bed and took out a small square wooden box. I groped my neck for the key that I hung on the necklace. I unlocked the wooden box and slowly opened it. Inside was photographs of him and I together, with silly faces, the ‘I didn’t know we were taking a picture’ look, sometimes even kissing. Mostly, Gwen took the photos and printed it out for me. Every single time I got one, I stored it inside the box. And inside the box, there was another object. It was a gift from Jason. It was my birthday and he gave me this as a gift. I took out the smaller object and held it in the palm of my hands. I opened it and a familiar lullaby came rolling out. The music was soothing and lulling. A gift from his mother, he said. I put the music box on the night stand next to the bed and listened as the song reminded me of the bitter sweet memories I had with him.
Then I found the picture of the time about how we got the nickname. We were looking at each other and blushing like crazy, flower petals, grass, and paper flying everywhere around us. A drop of water fell to the photo paper and I touched my cheeks in reflex. They were dry, but the next round of tears that came fell against my cheeks as well as the picture. The room was silent, only the sound of the music box was audible.
I tried my best to cry quietly, I taught myself that when I was still living with my father and Hylla in San Juan, Puerto Rico. I didn’t want Hylla nor my father to know when I was crying, especially my father. He got drunk a lot after my mother left us all alone. He gets violent and apparently, the younger me saw that was scary. Of course I did, I still get nightmares. Hylla would always defend me and will always get the punishment for hiding me from harm, his harm. Father would always hit Hylla and she would always return to our room with red slap marks across her cheeks, sometimes even her lips cut and bleeding.
I shook my head to get rid of the image, I didn’t need any more bad memories at the moment. I have enough in my hands already. A knock came from my door and I immediately knew that it was Jason. I stood up and sat in front of the door, my back leaned on against the polished wooden door. Jason called out for me and I pretended that I didn’t hear him. I didn't show any signs that I heard his voice whatsoever, I just sat there, my back against the chocolate-coloured wood. Then a slip of paper slid out from the small crack under the door and I took it in my hands, reading Jason’s handwriting. I replied and slid it back out. We conversed this way, not talking to each other verbally, but writing messages, replying to the other’s without looking directly at their faces.
After a while of writing to each other, he wrote to meet him when I’m ready. I took deep breaths, and exhaled them, trying to calm myself down. It took about half an hour for me to finally calm down, to wipe away the tears, to flush down both the sorrow and anger that dwells inside. I stood up, unlocked the door, and slowly walked outside. Jason’s no longer here, but he never told me where to meet him.
I opened the front door and the cold air hugged my body, making me shiver a little. I walked along the parks and saw all the happy children running around, playing tag, chasing around their sibling or friends, having the childhood that Hylla and I never had. I walked as the road gets more and more steeper with every step I take. I finally reached the place, The Garden of Bacchus, the place where Jason and I usually hang out when we used to be praetors, before all the Greeks came and ruined my life. I don’t blame them, of course. If I wanted to be honest, if I was willing to see the horrible naked truth in front of me, I blame myself for letting him go, I blame myself for everything that has happened every day since his disappearance. Octavian almost convinced me to step down from my praetorship, automatically making him the new praetor. But I caught myself before I slipped, I steadied myself and built a n emotional wall, promising myself to not let anyone else get to near, to not let anyone else close enough to hurt me again. But when he came back with the same handsome features, with the same him, the same personality that made Reyna fall for him in the first place, he wrecked the wall that she had so carefully built around herself and left her hurting and alone again in the ruins of herself.
I was about to turn back and ignore what Jason said, thinking everything, such as meeting him in this very garden, as an extremely horrible idea when I saw him standing at the very edge of the garden, looking at the view of New Rome across the railing in front of him. My lips moved without me meaning to do it but it formed his name before I tried to stop it. “Jason.” I called out in a soft voice. It wasn’t necessarily a whisper but not loud enough to hear through a commotion, good thing the place was silent, the sound of the winds and the leaves rustling against each other are the only sounds that could be heard, other than my voice, that is. He turned around, his blond hair catching the sunlight and glinting. “Hey, Reyna.” He said with a smile. I came closer and he handed me a cup identical with the one also in his hand. I peered inside the cup in my hands and saw that it was hot chocolate and so I sipped it slowly, careful to not burn my tongue.
The silence between us was killing me but I won’t dare open my mouth, afraid of what would come out, afraid that I would say something that I would regret later on. I saw how relaxed he is from the corners of my eyes, his usually up-straight body posture is now slightly slumped, his muscles relaxing, a little smile on his face. I looked away just before he looked at my direction, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks, making them warm. I looked to the ground and hoped that my blush wasn’t visible but if it did, he didn’t show any signs of recognition.
He tried to start a conversation and at first it worked, we were talking like usual until he blurted out the exact thing that I feared he would say, “I found your letter.” I pretended that I didn’t know what he was talking about and stuttered, “W-what letter?” “The one where you say that you love me.” Almost immediately afterwards, he looked so guilty and my face was probably as pale as a ghost. I put my drink on the railing in front of me and rubbed my arms, shivering not only because of the cool wind that blows through the trees. He out his jacket around me and what I said afterwards made him blush, even the slightest bit. He told me that he wanted to talk to me about something and the smile that was in my face just a second ago melted off my face, replaced by a frown. I had a faint idea on what he wanted to talk but I asked anyways. “About everything, about us.” He said. The word ‘us’ just broke me from inside but I replied to him with a shaky voice. But I wasn’t in the mood to talk about what he wanted to talk about and my hand was so very shaky, that the cup of hot chocolate that I picked up again earlier fell to the ground below my feet. I wasn’t sure if I dropped the cup on purpose so I don’t have to answer his demanding and pressuring questions or if it was because I knew the answers to those questions but are afraid to answer it, afraid that he won’t feel the same way and I’ll make a fool of myself. He cleaned the hot chocolate spill on the ground and when he saw the tears in my eyes, he just left. Left while saying, “I can’t stand seeing you sad.”
When his footsteps receded, I decided to cry my eyes out. I screamed to the gods above, screamed to anybody who was listening, I screamed about how unfair life is, about why does it have to be me. I screamed my throats raw and would pay a million dollars for Jason’s company and a glass of hot chocolate. But not everything I want would come true and I thought that I have learnt that from when I spent wishing that my father would turn out one day as a completely transformed man instead of being an abusive father who’s drunk most of the time and barely takes care of his children. And yet, when I hear footsteps and cool air blown to my back, I almost got whiplash from turning around so fast, half expecting it to be Jason.
A handsome young man with a muscular build in his body, wearing a white suit and pants, having a quiver of arrows strapped on his shoulder and a bow being carried in his hands is standing in the place where I thought Jason would be. I wanted to ask him who he is but he has answered it before I had the time to ask him, “To save your energy, and your raw throat, my name is Eros, err- you’re Roman, so I guess I’m Cupid to you.” I wanted to ask him what a love god was doing here but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a little squeak and even the effort of trying to speak was burning my throat. In a wave of his hand, the broken-down fountain was repaired and was currently pouring out clean water. I walked over and cupped my hands, collected some water and sipped it. The water replenished my thirst and when I wipe my mouth dry, I asked him, “What’s a love god doing in here?” I knew what he was doing here, he’s probably the only one who could fix my problem, for the problem wasn't in the world, for the problem is in myself. “You know exactly what I’m doing here.” He said, carefully folding his gigantic white wings behind him. Tears. They were falling down my cheeks all over again. My already dried cheeks were now over flooded with tears streaming down my eyes. “Why?” I asked in a wavy voice, my legs like overcooked spaghetti, holding everything in me to not sink down to the floor because I know once I do, I might not be able to gather myself enough to get up again on my own. And I know for sure that this love god standing before me with his red eyes studying me won’t help me up if I do fall.
“Oh, please do stop complaining.” He said, not much of an answer. “Your little friend Nico di Angelo had it worse. Having a crush on the very guy who pretty much killed his sister beats your case every day, don't you think?” He said, an annoying smirk on his face. I nodded, it’s like he got my heart wrapped up tight with a chain and he’s controlling it. Controlling how hard to pull, controlling how hurt I would feel, how happy I would feel. I resented him. “Wait, but his sister’s alive.” I said, confused. I just met Hazel a few hours ago. “Not that sister, the other one.” He growled. Jason did told me once about his biological sister, Bianca di Angelo. She pledged herself to Lady Artemis and then went down in battle. Jason said that Nico has always blamed Percy for her death. Has hated him ever since. “Percy? Nico had a crush on Percy Jackson?” Cupid nodded and the smug look on his face just demands to be punched. “Oh, but little poor Reyna just can’t get over her first love, couldn’t she? She keeps on returning back to that little boy, Jason Grace, even though he cares nothing for you.” He said, very persuasively. Part of me knew that it wasn’t true, Jason did care for me. Even as just a friend. We’ve always got each other’s back since we were kids and I didn’t think that something as silly as crushes would break that bond. But Cupid must’ve some of his mother’s, Venus’ powers, charmspeak. He spoke with such confidence and very persuasively that Reyna couldn’t help but agree. “You’re just a meaningless piece of dust in his eyes, invisible to him. His eyes only see one person, and that would be my step-sister, Piper McLean.”
‘Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry..’ She repeated to herself as she looked down and bit her lip. But a tear fell again, and this time she couldn’t stop falling to her knees. She knows that Cupid is just trying to keep her off balance by lies, but deep inside she knows that is true. Jason’s heart belongs to Piper, and who am I to come barging in and ruining it? I was looking around, trying to calm myself down as Cupid stares down at me, daring me to stand up again, and I did. I saw the bow and arrows he was carrying and I stood up quickly. “Kill me.” I said. And for the first time, he genuinely looked shock, but that only lasted for two seconds and his face turned into a smirk, “Excuse me?” He asked, even though he was already reaching for one of his deadly arrows. “Kill me. Just kill me. You were right, I meant nothing in his eyes. I’m just a nobody and I’m just a waste of oxygen.” I said, tears falling to the ground, though my voice was strong and steady. “I think I misheard you, Reyna. Would you mind repeating it?” He said as he knocked an arrow on his bow and pulled the strings taut. “Kill me! Gods, how many times do I have to repeat myself? Kill me now! Take my miserable life away from me! Kill me! Kill. Me. Now!” I yelled, the words coming out of me automatically, I’ve been bottling it up for so long that it’s getting worse and worse by the minute. “Kill me, for I am unwanted. Kill me for I am just a waste. Kill me for I am nothing. Kill me, kill me, kill me. Please..” I pleaded. I never thought I would ever plead for my life, but here I am, pleading for somebody to take away my life from me. Pathetic.
“Alright, that’s enough, kid. Are you sure? You can’t undo this.” He seemed like he actually cared about me and that is impossible. “I am 100% sure, Cupid. Pierce an arrow through me! Gods, I know it will hurt, but it won’t hurt as much as I’m hurting now!” “Alrighty then. Say goodbye, Reyna.” By that time I was on my knees, bawling, saying my silent prayers. 10 seconds passed, 15, 30, a minute. What was taking him so long? Cupid seemed like he hates my guts from the moment he saw me. “Yeah, I can’t do this, kid. I mean, I’m here only to make you hate yourself more, not to kill you.” He said, lowering his bow. “Are you serious, right now?! I swear, with all due respect, Lord Cupid, if you don’t pierce that arrow through my heart, I would do it myself.” I yelled, getting angry at him.
Then he looked at something behind me and smirked. “Well, I’ll do it now with the proper audience.” Audience? What was this guy talking about?! I looked behind me and saw Jason approaching. Cupid aimed the arrow to my chest and pulled back the bowstring. I closed my eyes to embrace my death. “Reyna, what are you doing?” I heard his voice ask me from behind. “Oh, Reyna here just convinced me to kill her. By her own will.” Cupid answered for me. “Just do it already! Make it quick.” I said. “See, I told you.” Then he took a deep breath and I managed to whisper, “Goodbye, Jason.” And the arrow flew in the air before Jason could react and punctured me in the chest. The last thing I saw and heard before it struck me and I got sucked up into a void was Jason flipping his coin, attacking Cupid, managed to cut him a little and Cupid dissapeared. Jason sat next to me and pulled my head onto his lap. “No, no, no. You are not dying on me. You are not!” He said as a tear drop fell from his face to mine. I smiled weakly and said, “I’m sorry. Goodbye, Jason.” And his face, his warmth, his voice, all vanished, sucked into what seemed like an endless void of darkness. I was gone, and I was finally happy.
I reached out under my bed and took out a small square wooden box. I groped my neck for the key that I hung on the necklace. I unlocked the wooden box and slowly opened it. Inside was photographs of him and I together, with silly faces, the ‘I didn’t know we were taking a picture’ look, sometimes even kissing. Mostly, Gwen took the photos and printed it out for me. Every single time I got one, I stored it inside the box. And inside the box, there was another object. It was a gift from Jason. It was my birthday and he gave me this as a gift. I took out the smaller object and held it in the palm of my hands. I opened it and a familiar lullaby came rolling out. The music was soothing and lulling. A gift from his mother, he said. I put the music box on the night stand next to the bed and listened as the song reminded me of the bitter sweet memories I had with him.
Then I found the picture of the time about how we got the nickname. We were looking at each other and blushing like crazy, flower petals, grass, and paper flying everywhere around us. A drop of water fell to the photo paper and I touched my cheeks in reflex. They were dry, but the next round of tears that came fell against my cheeks as well as the picture. The room was silent, only the sound of the music box was audible.
I tried my best to cry quietly, I taught myself that when I was still living with my father and Hylla in San Juan, Puerto Rico. I didn’t want Hylla nor my father to know when I was crying, especially my father. He got drunk a lot after my mother left us all alone. He gets violent and apparently, the younger me saw that was scary. Of course I did, I still get nightmares. Hylla would always defend me and will always get the punishment for hiding me from harm, his harm. Father would always hit Hylla and she would always return to our room with red slap marks across her cheeks, sometimes even her lips cut and bleeding.
I shook my head to get rid of the image, I didn’t need any more bad memories at the moment. I have enough in my hands already. A knock came from my door and I immediately knew that it was Jason. I stood up and sat in front of the door, my back leaned on against the polished wooden door. Jason called out for me and I pretended that I didn’t hear him. I didn't show any signs that I heard his voice whatsoever, I just sat there, my back against the chocolate-coloured wood. Then a slip of paper slid out from the small crack under the door and I took it in my hands, reading Jason’s handwriting. I replied and slid it back out. We conversed this way, not talking to each other verbally, but writing messages, replying to the other’s without looking directly at their faces.
After a while of writing to each other, he wrote to meet him when I’m ready. I took deep breaths, and exhaled them, trying to calm myself down. It took about half an hour for me to finally calm down, to wipe away the tears, to flush down both the sorrow and anger that dwells inside. I stood up, unlocked the door, and slowly walked outside. Jason’s no longer here, but he never told me where to meet him.
I opened the front door and the cold air hugged my body, making me shiver a little. I walked along the parks and saw all the happy children running around, playing tag, chasing around their sibling or friends, having the childhood that Hylla and I never had. I walked as the road gets more and more steeper with every step I take. I finally reached the place, The Garden of Bacchus, the place where Jason and I usually hang out when we used to be praetors, before all the Greeks came and ruined my life. I don’t blame them, of course. If I wanted to be honest, if I was willing to see the horrible naked truth in front of me, I blame myself for letting him go, I blame myself for everything that has happened every day since his disappearance. Octavian almost convinced me to step down from my praetorship, automatically making him the new praetor. But I caught myself before I slipped, I steadied myself and built a n emotional wall, promising myself to not let anyone else get to near, to not let anyone else close enough to hurt me again. But when he came back with the same handsome features, with the same him, the same personality that made Reyna fall for him in the first place, he wrecked the wall that she had so carefully built around herself and left her hurting and alone again in the ruins of herself.
I was about to turn back and ignore what Jason said, thinking everything, such as meeting him in this very garden, as an extremely horrible idea when I saw him standing at the very edge of the garden, looking at the view of New Rome across the railing in front of him. My lips moved without me meaning to do it but it formed his name before I tried to stop it. “Jason.” I called out in a soft voice. It wasn’t necessarily a whisper but not loud enough to hear through a commotion, good thing the place was silent, the sound of the winds and the leaves rustling against each other are the only sounds that could be heard, other than my voice, that is. He turned around, his blond hair catching the sunlight and glinting. “Hey, Reyna.” He said with a smile. I came closer and he handed me a cup identical with the one also in his hand. I peered inside the cup in my hands and saw that it was hot chocolate and so I sipped it slowly, careful to not burn my tongue.
The silence between us was killing me but I won’t dare open my mouth, afraid of what would come out, afraid that I would say something that I would regret later on. I saw how relaxed he is from the corners of my eyes, his usually up-straight body posture is now slightly slumped, his muscles relaxing, a little smile on his face. I looked away just before he looked at my direction, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks, making them warm. I looked to the ground and hoped that my blush wasn’t visible but if it did, he didn’t show any signs of recognition.
He tried to start a conversation and at first it worked, we were talking like usual until he blurted out the exact thing that I feared he would say, “I found your letter.” I pretended that I didn’t know what he was talking about and stuttered, “W-what letter?” “The one where you say that you love me.” Almost immediately afterwards, he looked so guilty and my face was probably as pale as a ghost. I put my drink on the railing in front of me and rubbed my arms, shivering not only because of the cool wind that blows through the trees. He out his jacket around me and what I said afterwards made him blush, even the slightest bit. He told me that he wanted to talk to me about something and the smile that was in my face just a second ago melted off my face, replaced by a frown. I had a faint idea on what he wanted to talk but I asked anyways. “About everything, about us.” He said. The word ‘us’ just broke me from inside but I replied to him with a shaky voice. But I wasn’t in the mood to talk about what he wanted to talk about and my hand was so very shaky, that the cup of hot chocolate that I picked up again earlier fell to the ground below my feet. I wasn’t sure if I dropped the cup on purpose so I don’t have to answer his demanding and pressuring questions or if it was because I knew the answers to those questions but are afraid to answer it, afraid that he won’t feel the same way and I’ll make a fool of myself. He cleaned the hot chocolate spill on the ground and when he saw the tears in my eyes, he just left. Left while saying, “I can’t stand seeing you sad.”
When his footsteps receded, I decided to cry my eyes out. I screamed to the gods above, screamed to anybody who was listening, I screamed about how unfair life is, about why does it have to be me. I screamed my throats raw and would pay a million dollars for Jason’s company and a glass of hot chocolate. But not everything I want would come true and I thought that I have learnt that from when I spent wishing that my father would turn out one day as a completely transformed man instead of being an abusive father who’s drunk most of the time and barely takes care of his children. And yet, when I hear footsteps and cool air blown to my back, I almost got whiplash from turning around so fast, half expecting it to be Jason.
A handsome young man with a muscular build in his body, wearing a white suit and pants, having a quiver of arrows strapped on his shoulder and a bow being carried in his hands is standing in the place where I thought Jason would be. I wanted to ask him who he is but he has answered it before I had the time to ask him, “To save your energy, and your raw throat, my name is Eros, err- you’re Roman, so I guess I’m Cupid to you.” I wanted to ask him what a love god was doing here but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a little squeak and even the effort of trying to speak was burning my throat. In a wave of his hand, the broken-down fountain was repaired and was currently pouring out clean water. I walked over and cupped my hands, collected some water and sipped it. The water replenished my thirst and when I wipe my mouth dry, I asked him, “What’s a love god doing in here?” I knew what he was doing here, he’s probably the only one who could fix my problem, for the problem wasn't in the world, for the problem is in myself. “You know exactly what I’m doing here.” He said, carefully folding his gigantic white wings behind him. Tears. They were falling down my cheeks all over again. My already dried cheeks were now over flooded with tears streaming down my eyes. “Why?” I asked in a wavy voice, my legs like overcooked spaghetti, holding everything in me to not sink down to the floor because I know once I do, I might not be able to gather myself enough to get up again on my own. And I know for sure that this love god standing before me with his red eyes studying me won’t help me up if I do fall.
“Oh, please do stop complaining.” He said, not much of an answer. “Your little friend Nico di Angelo had it worse. Having a crush on the very guy who pretty much killed his sister beats your case every day, don't you think?” He said, an annoying smirk on his face. I nodded, it’s like he got my heart wrapped up tight with a chain and he’s controlling it. Controlling how hard to pull, controlling how hurt I would feel, how happy I would feel. I resented him. “Wait, but his sister’s alive.” I said, confused. I just met Hazel a few hours ago. “Not that sister, the other one.” He growled. Jason did told me once about his biological sister, Bianca di Angelo. She pledged herself to Lady Artemis and then went down in battle. Jason said that Nico has always blamed Percy for her death. Has hated him ever since. “Percy? Nico had a crush on Percy Jackson?” Cupid nodded and the smug look on his face just demands to be punched. “Oh, but little poor Reyna just can’t get over her first love, couldn’t she? She keeps on returning back to that little boy, Jason Grace, even though he cares nothing for you.” He said, very persuasively. Part of me knew that it wasn’t true, Jason did care for me. Even as just a friend. We’ve always got each other’s back since we were kids and I didn’t think that something as silly as crushes would break that bond. But Cupid must’ve some of his mother’s, Venus’ powers, charmspeak. He spoke with such confidence and very persuasively that Reyna couldn’t help but agree. “You’re just a meaningless piece of dust in his eyes, invisible to him. His eyes only see one person, and that would be my step-sister, Piper McLean.”
‘Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry..’ She repeated to herself as she looked down and bit her lip. But a tear fell again, and this time she couldn’t stop falling to her knees. She knows that Cupid is just trying to keep her off balance by lies, but deep inside she knows that is true. Jason’s heart belongs to Piper, and who am I to come barging in and ruining it? I was looking around, trying to calm myself down as Cupid stares down at me, daring me to stand up again, and I did. I saw the bow and arrows he was carrying and I stood up quickly. “Kill me.” I said. And for the first time, he genuinely looked shock, but that only lasted for two seconds and his face turned into a smirk, “Excuse me?” He asked, even though he was already reaching for one of his deadly arrows. “Kill me. Just kill me. You were right, I meant nothing in his eyes. I’m just a nobody and I’m just a waste of oxygen.” I said, tears falling to the ground, though my voice was strong and steady. “I think I misheard you, Reyna. Would you mind repeating it?” He said as he knocked an arrow on his bow and pulled the strings taut. “Kill me! Gods, how many times do I have to repeat myself? Kill me now! Take my miserable life away from me! Kill me! Kill. Me. Now!” I yelled, the words coming out of me automatically, I’ve been bottling it up for so long that it’s getting worse and worse by the minute. “Kill me, for I am unwanted. Kill me for I am just a waste. Kill me for I am nothing. Kill me, kill me, kill me. Please..” I pleaded. I never thought I would ever plead for my life, but here I am, pleading for somebody to take away my life from me. Pathetic.
“Alright, that’s enough, kid. Are you sure? You can’t undo this.” He seemed like he actually cared about me and that is impossible. “I am 100% sure, Cupid. Pierce an arrow through me! Gods, I know it will hurt, but it won’t hurt as much as I’m hurting now!” “Alrighty then. Say goodbye, Reyna.” By that time I was on my knees, bawling, saying my silent prayers. 10 seconds passed, 15, 30, a minute. What was taking him so long? Cupid seemed like he hates my guts from the moment he saw me. “Yeah, I can’t do this, kid. I mean, I’m here only to make you hate yourself more, not to kill you.” He said, lowering his bow. “Are you serious, right now?! I swear, with all due respect, Lord Cupid, if you don’t pierce that arrow through my heart, I would do it myself.” I yelled, getting angry at him.
Then he looked at something behind me and smirked. “Well, I’ll do it now with the proper audience.” Audience? What was this guy talking about?! I looked behind me and saw Jason approaching. Cupid aimed the arrow to my chest and pulled back the bowstring. I closed my eyes to embrace my death. “Reyna, what are you doing?” I heard his voice ask me from behind. “Oh, Reyna here just convinced me to kill her. By her own will.” Cupid answered for me. “Just do it already! Make it quick.” I said. “See, I told you.” Then he took a deep breath and I managed to whisper, “Goodbye, Jason.” And the arrow flew in the air before Jason could react and punctured me in the chest. The last thing I saw and heard before it struck me and I got sucked up into a void was Jason flipping his coin, attacking Cupid, managed to cut him a little and Cupid dissapeared. Jason sat next to me and pulled my head onto his lap. “No, no, no. You are not dying on me. You are not!” He said as a tear drop fell from his face to mine. I smiled weakly and said, “I’m sorry. Goodbye, Jason.” And his face, his warmth, his voice, all vanished, sucked into what seemed like an endless void of darkness. I was gone, and I was finally happy.
Notes
Just to clear things up, no, Reyna didn't die. She survived it and you'll see how she is in the next chapter, so...OMG, guys I feel so bad for not updating in a really long time! I'm not even gonna find an excuse, I just want to say I'm sorry and I tried making it up by writing this extra long chapter! I hope you guys like it because it's 1:20 am and I'm still awake to write this fanfic for you guys and I need to wake up really early tomorrow, whoops.
So to you guys who awaited and still reads this story, thank you all because you guys are so meaningful to me!! I love you all so very much!!
Eliza di Angelo, over and out.-
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12/25/14