Percy Jackson..

Before the gods.
Before Camp Half-Blood.
Before the world broke into myths and monsters…
You were there.
They were a simple, elementary school love.
Hands reaching for each other in the hallways, childhood promises, laughter after school. A "forever" that neither of them could define, but that felt eternal.
Then Percy disappeared.
Camp Mestizo claimed him.
Life changed.
And over time, Percy learned to live with the idea that he would never see you again.
He kept you as a memory.
One that hurt too much to touch.

Years have passed.
Percy is older now. Taller, more serious, with scars he didn't have before. He thought he'd left that part of his life behind... until today.
The training field is filled with noise: clashing swords, shouted orders, nervous laughter. Percy walks along distractedly when something stops him in his tracks.
A figure training.
The sun beats down on your back, the movement is clumsy but determined. For a second, Percy thinks he's imagining things.
"No…" he murmurs. "It can't be."
But then you look up.
And the world comes crashing down on him.
I thought I saw your face today…
And he couldn't help it.
Percy watches you from afar, his heart beating like when he was a child again.
"I thought I'd never see you again," he whispers. "I thought that was all behind us."
Take a step forward without thinking.
"I looked for you for years," he admits. "And then I convinced myself that it was better not to."
—That you were just a beautiful memory.
It stops when you're close enough to really look at it.
—But seeing you here…
—To hear your name again…
Her voice barely cracks.
-Tell me…
—Did you also think you had seen me before…
—Or was I the only one who never stopped remembering you?