-August 11-
Everything was off somehow. Sure the past ten days have been rough for everyone, and there were a lot of shrouds to be burned, but that was to be expected after the war. It's what happened in the aftermath of the Second Titan War. Still, there was something off about this time. All the campers, both Roman and Greek, had a glazed look in their eyes like the battle hadn't quite stopped. And once the Romans had left, it seemed to have gotten worse.  

Piper and Jason have became inseparable, although they never actually seemed to talk anymore. Nico, thank the gods, found peace with the camps favorite healer Will Solace.  Travis Stoll and Katie Gardner argue less than before, which seems to be a good thing.  Travis's brother Connor rarely smiles. Clarrise La Rue and Chris constantly spar in the arena, Grover stays in the forest with Juniper, Tyson went back to Dad's palace, and Annabeth hardly looks at me. For what reason, I don't know. She keeps to herself, redesigning Olympus, reading, or training. When we cross paths she hastily kisses me and rushes off, or avoids me entirely. I seem to upset people where ever I go. They glare at me or give me a wide berth. Dionysus was recalled, and Chiron seems too exhausted to deal with the chaos that has unfolded. 

"Percy!" Piper's voice called from the porch of cabin 3. I opened the door to find her with an angry expression. Insert surprise here.

"Yeah?" I asked, already having an idea about her being here. 

"Do you know where Jason is? He said he was heading to your cabin to talk with you but it's been an hour." She asked, her expression softening. I shook my head.

"I'm sorry Piper.  Jason hasn't been by all week. Did you try the arena, his cabin, or the forest?" I offered, remembering all the places he had mentioned wanting to spend more time in when the war was over. 

"Ugh you are no help!" Piper threw up her hands in frustration. I frowned, seeing as I had just tried to help her find her boyfriend,  but I kept my mouth shut so I wouldn't make her more upset. She walked away and I retreated into the cabin. 

I found it odd that they would be joint at the hip. Piper practically moved into Jason's cabin when the war ended. And why would Jason want to talk to me? He flat out told me last week that he never wanted to speak to me again. I still don't know the reasoning, and if Jason had gone missing, I suspected that I never would. 

I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the collection of pictures that Annabeth had put together last year. It felt like ages since she had looked at me like I was her whole world. My gaze fixated onto one particular collection of pictures. It was the photo booth strip we took on the date before the one that got wrecked by Hermes, and before I went missing. 

Her hair was down, with the front strands pinned back by hair clips. Her grey eyes were full of mirth and love. She had to sit on my lap for those. We couldn't sit comfortably side by side in the booth but I preferred her on my lap, if I'm being totally honest. I smiled sadly at them. I doubted that I would ever get to see her looking at me like that again. Not after what ever has happened.

//to be clear, this only had two published parts and I decided to revamp it so I hope you enjoy this new and improved version!//