Reunited At Last

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Silena's POV

I lay there under Clarisse's watchful eye, not crying, not thinking, not feeling. This horrible remorse that tugged on my heart was so strange and unfamiliar. I had never lost someone that I loved before. Well, except for my grandmother, and I don't remember her much.

This was different, so different. This was Charlie. My first real love. The boy I had shared my first kiss with. My first boyfriend. Gone. Dead. Never to be found. I bolted up, still in shock from the unbelievability of it all.

As I sat there, unmoving, the tears came again, silent this time. Streaming down my red cheeks, already salty from hours of sobbing. My body went limp, falling backward onto the soft sand of the beach. My eyes closed, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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I woke with a start after a few minutes to a pair of lips pressed against my own. My eyes popped open in surprise. Staring back at me were two familiar sienna-brown eyes, sparkling with curiosity and mischief, slightly crinkled at the edges from smiling and hours of concentration spent working at the camp's forges.

"CHARLIE!!!!!" I screamed, my arms wrapping around his neck so tight, I wondered how he was breathing. "Whoa there, pretty girl," he grinned. "I had a narrow miss with death earlier; I don't need another one." I laughed loosening my grip, but only slightly, and definitely not enough for him to get away. I wasn't about to lose him again.

"Where were you?!? I thought you were dead! Everyone did!" I exclaimed. Charlie laughed."Well, I'm not dead. I'm right here. I survived the explosion, but nothing else di-OH MY GODS IS JACKSON ALRIGHT?!? I COMPLETELY FORGOT! It's all my fault, oh gods-" "Charlie. Calm down. Percy's fine." I said hugging him tighter. "Thank gods," he whispered.
 
I hadn't noticed, but the sun had set long ago, leaving only the moon to shed it's ghostly glow on us. The darkness had also lured Clarisse back to her cabin before Charlie returned. "I should tell Chiron I'm all right," he sighed. "No. Wait til morning. For tonight, you're mine" I said, as we made our way to my cabin, our hands tightly intertwined, my head on his muscled shoulder.

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