There's something wrong.

I've been sensing it since the day I killed Jason. Since I saw Y/N in that room with --

No. I'm not going to think about that.

But she's distant. Like she's keeping a secret.

Will Y/N leave camp? Is she going to, after everything that's happened? After we happened? That's ridiculous.

But then again, I don't blame her.

Piper died. Jason raped her. Nico spends all his time around Will -- Will, who doesn't really like Y/N much in general.

And then there's me. Stupid me, who's still in love with Annabeth.

Yet, what if that's not the problem? What if it's not us? What if it's something else that we've been totally oblivious to?

It's killing me, you know. Not being able to know.

I thought we were in love. I thought we had something. That maybe -- maybe you would never leave me. That maybe you and I had love that was stronger than me and Annabeth. I thought --

Gods, sometimes I just wish I could have died earlier and lived with Annabeth in Elysium. But no, I'm stuck here.

I'm stuck here with a freaking beautiful mystery that I'm in hopelessly in love with.