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Clarisse la Rue x reader - Grave

Word count: 211

T/W: kinda angsty but really fluffy in the end

A/N: This isn't the angsty thing I was gonna post that's a different one

But I did cry while writing the first half of this

"I thought she would grow old," I told my girlfriend, Clarisse. "I thought she'd maybe get to grow old with Charles. She was supposed to."

"I know, Sunshine," she said, sitting next to me, in front of Silena's grave.

"What did she die for?" I demanded, looking at the sky. "Dad, you know this wasn't supposed to happen!"

The sun shined brightly, either a sign Apollo was there or he wasn't listening.

Probably the latter.

"You want your violin?" asked Clarisse.

"Sure. Thank you, Clara."

"Hey, Travis! Go get Y/N's violin from the Apollo cabin!"

Travis Stoll did what he was told, and came back a couple minutes later with my wooden instrument.

I took it from him, murmuring a quiet 'thank you', before I started to play.

Whenever I would play, sooner or later most of the camp came to the graveyard me and Grover set up.

Sometimes to play music, sometimes to pay tribute to the fallen. Sometimes both.

Percy and Annabeth always came when they could, too.

Clarisse admired me as I played a sad song, some of the other Apollo kids and Satyrs joining me.

"This is why I love you," Clarisse said. "You care so much about people."

"You're scary," I pointed out.

"Thanks, Sunshine."