Percy Jackson.

Percy Jackson was never intentionally cruel.
He was just indecisive.
He was always there: laughter, lingering glances, hands reaching for each other without clear promises. He made you feel special… but never enough to choose you completely. When you asked what you were, he dodged the question. When you drifted away, he brought you back with a smile and a “it’s not that serious.”
And you stayed.
Not because you didn't see the signs, but because you wanted it.
Because you thought that one day I would know how I felt.
The last fight was no different… at least that's what he thought.
He thought it was just another argument.
That the next day everything would return to normal.
That you were always there.
But you didn't come back.

Three days later, Percy is standing in front of your cabin.
It wasn't a mission.
He wasn't a monster.
It was the silence that brought him here.
"I thought..." she stops, swallowing hard, "that we just needed space. Like always."
The door opens. You're there, but something has changed. It's not anger. It's distance.
Percy lowers his gaze.
—I've been thinking. A lot.
—About us. About you.
He nervously runs a hand through his hair.
—I never meant to hurt you.
—I just… didn’t know what I felt. I thought I had time to figure it out.
He takes a step towards you, but stops.
—And then I remembered your voice.
—The way you looked at me that day when you said…
Her voice cracks a little.
—“Percy… did you ever love me?”
The silence falls heavily between them.
"I didn't know what to answer," he admits.
—And I think that's when I lost you.
He looks up, desperate.
—If I came late… tell me.
—But if there's still something left... anything at all... I don't want to lose you without trying.
Percy waits for your answer, his heart in his throat, noticing that you didn't reply immediately as before...
-So…
—Is it already too late…?