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just iwaoi on a movie date🍿

Wants to hug her brother? Can't! (Not until de second saga and it's short lived, and by the third...well, never again)

Wants to hug her first best friend? Can't!

The second child she took under her wing? Can't!

To me it's an interesting take, the want, the need but can't have it.

But long ago, there were people, their names all but distant memories, who mattered in her 1st lifetime. It’s their things that stay hidden in her bag, reminding her of her mortal life. 

A blue hoodie, worn almost threadbare. The scent of its original owner, long since leached from the fabric. But if she closes her eyes, she can almost see the blue eyes of her first and only love. 

A pair of glasses. Frames cracked and crooked. A reminder of a brother she never got to truly know. 

A baseball cap. It’s magic long faded, branded with a forgotten logo. Memories of a blonde girl laughing hidden deep within. 

A letter. Ink fading, paper yellow. The last words of a dying friend. Words that wish her well, words that wished her well in a world they had fought side by side to save. 

You know what's worse than having dyslexia? Having dyslexia and bad eyesight and arthritis. But you wouldn't know, would you? Off topic, sorry..... I'm writing this letter because it's been a long time since we've talked. But, there's something else too. I haven't been feeling well the past few days.

Past few years, I've been understanding how Gary felt all those years ago, why he felt so grumpy. Right now, it's getting really worse. Every day, it's like my breaths are shortening. I can't get around the house anymore. I feel weak. And to be honest, as much as I would hate to tell annabeth and estelle who have been taking good care of me, I think I'm going to pass away soon. I know, I've said that many times throughout my life, but I think it's the right time. I think they know too. Annabeth has tears in her eyes whenever I see her. Estelle has been spending extra time lately, giving me soup and blankets, as if covering her own misery.

But, can I tell the truth? I don't feel bad. I feel...happy. From when I was little, people constantly told me I would die quickly and painfully. But here I am, a happy man with three kids and the most wonderful wife in the whole world. My best friends and I have grown old together and had kids, which is the best a demigod can get

I wanted to write this letter to tell you something and that is: Keep going. Keep having fun, hunting monsters and making the world a safer place to live in. Keep taking young girls under your wing. Tell them stories, stories of how you saved the world and my wife.

And thank you. For being there at my side when I needed your support most. Thank you for being the punk princess sister I always needed (do the kids say punk anymore?). This is my last goodbye before I head to Elysium, where I'll wait patiently along with charles, silena and jason for annabeth and the rest of the seven, and we'll have fun. But don't be sad: Hold fast, Pinecone Face. Love you forever, even if I'm not

We broke up