A/N: Please, as I have asked many times before, help me. Also, if any of you are my followers, and you are reading this, do me a favor and comment here!
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The day passed slowly. We could feel the ship rumbling and hear it creaking, but we had no idea what Leo was doing.

We spent most of the day in our own rooms. Buford the table stopped by and dropped off our meals. When we asked him what was going on, he beeped at us and rolled away.

Occasionally someone would stop by my room, or I would get up to visit someone else.

This actually reminded me a lot of Camp Half-Blood, back when Arc was in the forest. My mind suddenly wandered back to Connor. Was he doing alright? What about everyone else? Were they worried about us?

I started to remember how easy life had been before all of this had happened. I'd still had Nico, Percy hadn't been stabbed...and no Arc. No stupid Arc.

Anger bubbled up inside of me. I clenched my fists and swallowed, trying to keep myself from yelling out in frustration. Arc had caused this. Greed had caused this.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I yelled and punched the wall. Tears of frustration poured down my face.

"Not a good time?" A voice whispered from my door. I turned around and stared at Reagan. She tilted her head and I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes.

Reagan's gaze softened. "You miss him, don't you?" She asked. I looked at the floor and nodded.

I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. "I know how you feel." She murmured.

I rounded in her angrily. "No you don't! You're an Amazon! You don't know how it feels!" Then I stopped, realizing how mean that sounded. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

Reagan sighed and steered me over to my bed. She sat down and I sat next to her. "It's okay Erica. And, just so you know, I had a life before I became an Amazon. I was dating a demigod boy...we never went to camp. He...he..."

Suddenly, I felt like a jerk. Laying my hand on Reagan's shoulder, I asked: "What happened to him?"

Reagan swallowed. "He was poisoned. He died in my arms. That's why I joined the Amazons. I vowed that I would never let another friend die in my hands. The Amazons were like the super-elite league of demigods. They were the place that I had to be."

I sighed. "I'm sorry..."

Reagan stood up and looked around my room. "Everyone always says that they're sorry. It won't change anything. I appreciate the sympathy...but it only makes the pain fresher."

"I know." I agreed quietly. Nothing would ever change the fact that Nico was just out of my grasp.

"On a happier note," Reagan said cheerily, "I like your room!"

I grinned. "Yeah, yours doesn't look so childish now, huh?" I asked, getting up and showing Reagan a picture of a stuffed puppy.

Strolling over to my bed, Reagan picked up my stuffed snow leopard. She held it arms length away and laughed. "Adorable."

Smiling, I walked over to Reagan. We both stared at the snow leopard. Silence fell between us. It wasn't awkward, or anything. It was content.

"Thanks Reagan." I whispered. Reagan put down my snow leopard and winked at me. "Anytime, Erica." She said, walking out the door.

Sighing, I laid back down in my bed. As I went to grab my blanket, I bumped my elbow into the wall.

"Ow!" I groaned. One of the pictures on the wall rattled and fell onto my bed. I picked it up and felt fresh tears fall down my face. It was a picture of Nico and I a year ago. He had given it to me for my birthday.

As I stared at the picture, I smiled. Nico's grin was almost wider than mine. I remembered when the picture had been taken.

We had finished racing down Half-Blood Hill. Percy had pulled us aside and taken a picture. "That's for your wedding." He'd said, winking. Nico and I had both laughed. "Can I have the picture?" Nico had asked. "Why?" Percy had questioned suspiciously. "Because I don't need you showing that to the whole camp." Nico had explained. Then Percy shrugged. "Fair enough."

As I relived that moment I noticed something I had never noticed before. A folded piece of paper was sticking out of the frame.

I delicately pulled it out and unfolded it. Inside was a note, written in slightly untidy handwriting.

Erica,
I hope that I will one day work up the courage to tell you the truth. But incase I won't, I'll just have to hope that one day you'll find and read this.

I love you. No matter what you do to me, I will never stop loving you. You're the one, Erica. I can feel it. I just hope you can feel it too.
Love,
Nico

I stared at the note for a moment longer. Sure, I had known that he had loved me. But...from the beginning? Why hasn't he told me?

My heart swelled. He wondered if I felt the same. I did.

He loved me, he loved me, he loved me! I jumped out of my bead and hopped around my room like a little girl. It was for sure, he loved me! He had loved me!

Some sound came out of my mouth. It was high pitched and slightly terrifying.

I had squealed.

Like a teenage girl that was totally in love, I had squealed.

But I was a teenage girl. And I was in love.

I always would be.