romeo,
there's talk of a funeral. we have already had one for all the demigods lost in battle. but people are staring to talk about hosting one for you.
i think piper and i are the only ones who still believe you're alive. sometimes, when it all gets too much, well clime on the roof of one of the cabins and talk about the old days, when it was just the three of us (and our fake memories of Jason). we sometimes discuss where we think you are, or where you could have possibly gone.
last night, piper said something that made my blood run cold and made me elated at the same time. she guessed that perhaps you had gone after her, calypso. in some ways, I hope you didn't. because i don't think I would be able to handle meeting the girl that you talked about so much, praising her until you throat became raw. the girl I've never met, or seen her face but know she's beautiful because you told me. everyday. the girl that i compare myself to, still to this day.
on the other hand, at least you'd be alive. I'd be able to have my best friend back. i need that.
the more realistic side of me scoffs at my optimism. you told me that apparently no one reaches ogyia more than once, so how would you?
i miss you so much it hurts, me dear romeo. i wish you'd come and sweep me off my feet.
come back. please.
love, your juliet.
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romeo, leo valdez
Fanfiction" you were my romeo, leo, " ~ in which a heart broken girl writes letters to her supposedly dead best friend, confessing her love or while he's traveling the world on a romantic holiday, she's tearing h...
