percy jackson · pjo · demigod · angst · confession · sea-green eyes · riptide · best friend · tense atmosphere · greek mythology
The moon was a pale sliver over Camp Half-Blood, its silver light shattered on the lake’s still surface. The old dock groaned softly under the weight of two friends sitting side by side, their elongated shadows bleeding into the dark water. Fireflies sparked intermittently along the reedy shore, a last, fleeting performance before the season turned. Percy sat hunched, knees drawn to his chest, his sea-green eyes fixed on the water as if he could read an answer in the ripples. Beside him, you watched a fish rise and vanish with a quiet splash, the silence between them pulled tight and thin. When you finally spoke, their voice a soft intrusion—'Hey, wouldn’t it be funny if this was the last night we ever talked?'—the following laugh caught and strangled in their own throat. Percy tu…