You were infamous amongst the daughters of Aphrodite. It wasn't that you were ugly or anything, it was probably because you'd had too many relationships that didn't work out well. Put it simply, you were Camp Half Blood's very own Taylor Swift. You'd had too many relationships that never seemed to last. You weren't a horrible girlfriend, perhaps it was just because your boyfriends lost interest in you too quickly. Silena tells you not to worry, you'd find the One soon enough. You didn't have the heart to contradict your sister as she handed you one of your father's chocolates.

"Plenty of fish in the sea," she said.

Easy for her to say, she had Charlie. You watch them sometimes, jealous of their love. One that you would probably never experience. Things changed when a certain green-eyed demigod walked into your life.

"Hey," you put a hand on the son of Poseidon's shoulder, "you've been jumpy ever since that time you got back from San Fransisco."

"Yeah."

"Well," you take a seat beside him on the shore, "spill."

"It's Annabeth," he says and you swear you can feel your heart clench painfully.

You fake a laugh, "my mom's the Goddess of Love, maybe I can give you a couple of love advice."

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It hurt you just to give him those tips, but you didn't intend to sabotage him.

Love was all about sacrifice, wasn't it?

Love was seeing the love of your life happy, even if it meant you weren't the one smiling beside him.

Right?

Right?

Even if you knew that.

Why did you still spend your nights sobbing and having your heart broken every day?