We met again on the 3rd of December. I was so conflicted that I didn't even process you putting your warm, cerulean sweater on my admittedly tiny frame. You always said it looked better on me, but I could never see it. All I saw was the look of pure admiration in your eyes for Annabeth and long to experience that gaze from you.
     Why did I ever want to kiss you if this 'Annie' is breathtakingly beautiful. I never had a chance to compare to her, as I'm not even half as pretty or smart as her. She now owns the sweater that I thought belonged in our moments of kindness. I'm glad that you even look in my direction, even if it's with an arm around her shoulders while my heart slowly freezes over. How could I ever hate such an angel, yet again I wish I were in her place.
     I hate the fact that I'm still feeling this much for you, even after all these years.
I'm sorry this one is a bit short, but I'm not that into PJO right now. I'm hyper fixating on HP so you'll probably get a longer and more depressing one for Reggie too.
ILY-Caelum