Leo

Leo tried to move on. He really tried.
After you, it was said it was time. That I should let go of something that, for some reason, didn't work.

And he did.
He met someone. Good, sweet, present.
But in every laugh, in every caress, in every quiet night…
I was looking for something that didn't come back.
To you.

Because no one makes him feel what you did just by looking at him.
Because with no one else do you feel so alive… or so safe.

And even though he doesn't have you anymore, even though he doesn't call you anymore, Leo still breaks down every time he realizes that what he lived through with you... he'll never find it again.
Just… a glance.
Just… a reflection.
And then nothing.

Night falls at Camp Half-Blood. You're standing next to another demigod, talking, laughing. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing... until Leo shows up. You hadn't seen him coming. He didn't want to show up either. But there he is. Standing. Still. And staring at you as if all the oxygen had left him.

—I didn't know you were going to be here…
—nor with him, but he doesn't say that.

Force a smile. The one you know all too well. The one that always appears just when you're about to break.

—You look good. Happy. I'm glad…

He pauses. He looks at the floor. Then he looks at you, directly, without any masks.

—I try, you know? With her. With everything.
I try to laugh, kiss, build something new.
And at times… I succeed.

He swallows. His voice trembles.

—But sometimes I look at her… and I search her eyes for yours.
I'm looking for how you made me feel.
And just for a second, I swear you're almost there.

His voice is now barely a whisper.

—But you're not here.
And the worst part is that I still see you… even though I don't have you anymore.
Although I may never have you again.