Beneath the Sea of Regret
He doesn’t notice me at first.
I’m just another shadow in the chaos of Camp Half-Blood-another camper who laughs too loudly, trains too hard, but never really belongs.
Percy’s laugh cuts through the evening air, like sunlight through storm clouds, and I can’t stop myself from watching.
I want to tell him everything, about the nights I lay awake thinking of monsters and prophecies, about the way my heart beats faster when he’s near, about the fear that I’ll never be enough-not for him, not for this world that constantly demands heroes.
I follow him to the cliffs. Waves crash below, relentless, unstoppable.
He’s staring at the horizon, unaware that I exist outside the edges of his world. I step closer, but my words die before they leave my throat.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, turning, and for a moment, our eyes meet.
I see kindness there. Curiosity. And something else-something I can’t name before it shatters.
“Nothing” I whisper. And it’s a lie. Everything is something. Everything is him.
The wind pulls at my hair; the salt stings my eyes.
I want to tell him I love him, that the monsters don’t scare me as much as losing him. But the words stick like broken glass in my throat.
He smiles, the way only Percy can-carefree, unaware and walks away.
I watch him go, swallowed by the twilight, and the ocean roars like my heart: loud, endless, and utterly alone.
And beneath the waves, I wonder if he’ll ever notice me-not the hero, not the prophecy, just me.
Extra Note: Okay, full disclosure: this is my very first one-shot, so don’t expect Shakespeare-level genius 😅 I just really like Percy and angst, and apparently my OC needed to suffer too. If you find any typos, plot holes, or emotional trauma… congratulations, you’re officially part of my first fic experiment 💀💙
Also keep in mind that English is not my first language, please be nice 😅.
