I was still a mess when Will got to my place, but it was only internally. We sat down again on my bed. I almost smiled at the thought that maybe that would be our routine, sitting on my bed together first. It sounded weird, but I liked the idea of a routine. A tradition.

I pulled my blanket over my legs and sighed. I wanted to lay down, but I didn't have the energy to ask Will to move, or to explain why I felt the urge to lay down so badly in the middle of the day.

Will leaned over and opened the blinds, almost bumping the lampshade on my desk which was perched next to my bedframe. I cringed at the light at it seeped into my bedroom, smacking me in the face.

Will leaned back and gently touched our arms together. My face heated up, but something told me it wasn't the sunlight.

"Hey," Will started quietly.

"Hey," I responded. I felt more energized just at hearing his voice.

As our arms touched, I turned over my forearm and looked at my red heart. I exhaled, quickly turning it back over -- I didn't feel like facing that today.

Percy, I thought again, my mind running with thoughts anyways. He was on my mind at school today too. I miss you. You would know what to do, you stupid idiot.

"I'll be right back." Quickly, without letting Will respond, I jumped up and rushed to my bathroom, closing the door and flicking the light switch.

I can't do this. I shouldn't, and I can't. I started hyper-ventilating but ran the sink and splashed my face. What do I do?