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He called me baby, baby, all night long.
Lord, I feel so empty since he's been gone
Now I lie here and die here, Until the dawn
I miss my baby, baby, baby
All night long.
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❤︎ Percy puts his hand in the small gap of the elevator doors, preventing them from closing.
"Sorry," he apologised. "I didn't want to wait for the next... Helena."
"Percy."
She gave him a strained smile, her grip tightening on her tote bag.
He stares at her and she shuffles awkwardly. The door closes slowly behind him.
She usually had Ethan or Nico with her but today was another one of those rare days where neither was with her. She had never been alone with him, save for the encounter they had the other week.
The encounter where she left him after he helped her and made sure she didn't get sick by drying her hair.
Yeah, okay, she felt a little bad but whatever.
"...okay?"
On that note, she needed to give him his umbrella back and his jacket.
She snaps out of her daze.
"I asked if you were okay?" Percy repeated. "You didn't get sick, did you?"
She shakes her head, shuffling awkwardly. He doesn't look convinced but nods anyway.
"So," Percy said. "What are you going?"
She looks at him and doesn't respond. Percy is about to accept the fact that she won't talk to him before she replies,
"Shopping. Ethan eats like it's his last day alive."
He laughs. "With your cooking, it makes sense."
Helena feels her cheeks heat. "Thanks."
"Course."
Percy tries to keep the conversation flowing. He avoids any major topics that could cause her to stop talking to him and keeps the conversation mostly on Ethan and Nico, which she is happy for.
They fall silent as Helena just finishes recounting how Ethan was doing well with his studies and seemed to be enjoying them.
"Have you..." Percy asks tentatively. Helena hums. "Have you read any of my letters?"
She tenses and is saved by the elevator dinging. She's about to walk out when Percy grabs her hand gently.
"At least," Percy whispers, squeezing her hand lightly. "If you won't let me explain myself like this... If you don't want to be near me, at least read the letters. Please?"
Helena stares at him for a moment; her eyes flit over his face as if searching for an answer to an unspoken question before she seemingly finds what she is looking for and nods.
"Okay," she whispers back.
Percy nods, letting go of a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He looks down at their joined hands and reluctantly let's her go.
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