With a heavy heart, I pulled out my own pocket knife, and carved three little words beneath Archer’s. A plea and a wish, in a form I could never take back. Return to me.
I miss you Annabeth. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. I think about you all the damn time.
I just can’t do it anymore. It’s too painful. It doesn’t mean I’m over you, it means I’m not going to waste the rest of my life being haunted by your memory.
She was supposed to be my salvation, and though she wouldn’t be my ruin, the loss was going to thrust my life right back to what started my downward spiral in the first place.
She couldn't detach from him, couldn't catch her breath, and didn't want to. Not ever again.
Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other … I was looking for you.
Now that you’re here, now that they know you exist, you’ll never be free again. Ever. We’re prisoners to our books, our fates planned long before we were born. You’re no different than us. Fight your...
Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.
She'd thought there was no greater connection than destiny decreeing them joined. But there was - the choice they'd made to love each other.
You don't need a great cathedral for a great marriage. All you need is fate to be on your side
