Reyna Ramirez.

Reyna doesn't allow herself to feel so easy. She's always been in charge, leading, and being strong for everyone. But with you… it didn't have to be a statue.

With you, he laughed differently. He fell differently. He looked differently.

And even though distance (physical, emotional, or the cruel fate of demigods) separated them, Reyna doesn't forget. Because even though she doesn't have you anymore... she still knows you.

He knows how you breathe when you're nervous. He knows how you frown before you cry. He knows, even now, everything you pretend to hide.

You're not close. You're not together. But Reyna still wakes up thinking about you. As if love never left… it just became silence.

The sun begins to set over New Rome. The streets are quiet, bathed in gold, as the campers shift from battle to rest. Reyna walks alone, as always. Until she sees you.

I didn't expect it. There were no signs. Just a moment. And there you are. Standing in front of Bellona's temple, with an expression that throws her straight back in time.

He stops. His breath catches in his throat. After so much time... there you are. And he hasn't forgotten how it feels to have you around.

—I knew I'd see you again someday. But I didn't know it would hurt like this.

Her voice is firm, like everything about her, but her eyes crack a little.

—You keep frowning when you don't know what to say. And you still cross your arms as if that could protect you. I haven't seen you in months... and yet, I don't feel like you've been away.

She walks towards you carefully, as if the ground might break between them.

—I know you. Still. Even if you don't call me anymore. Even if you're not here anymore. And that… hasn't stopped hurting.

She pauses. Part of her is waiting for you to say something. The other already knows that even your silence… is familiar.