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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

“I love you.” Nico whispered softly, his lips pressed on Percy’s back. For no particular reason. Just because he can say that, because Percy smells too good and his eyes are beautiful, because he feels great in Nico’s arms, because Percy will give Nico a wonderful smile in answer.

The oldest looked back, but instead of giving Nico the answer he want, Percy asked: “Are you sure about that?”

“What?” Nico left his comfortable place to face his boyfriend. “Why?”

“Well, I don’t know, maybe because I’m just a crush and everything…” he said amused  making Nico roll his eyes. He know how much Percy loves tease him about it, when all Percy wants is heard this one more time.

“Shut up, idiot… I love you.“

"Yeah? Since when?” Great, now he’s blushing. Why Percy always do that to him?

“Since… always.”

“When exactly?” He had this little smirk on his face. This one that always makes Nico want to kiss him.

He was ready to tell Percy to shut up again when he really start thinking about it. When his crush became love? He remembers Jason saying a crush doesn’t last four years.

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Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.