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riley doesn't like goodbyes ( pt. 4 )

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hurt. pain. heartbreak.

that's all i felt. 

my siblings were heartbroken when they found out. silena cried for hours. now, she stared ahead. almost as if she was numb. 

theo tried to keep the rest of my siblings together, but he wasn't doing much better. aurora and i had seen the life leave cayden's eyes, and we were a mess. 

i tried hard to keep it together for my siblings, but it was hard. so much harder than what everyone said. every time i closed my eyes, i saw him. laying there in a pool of blood. the life leaving his eyes. he never got to finish his last words. they haunted me.

unfortunately, cayden wasn't the only half-blood that fell in battle. watching the flames from the shrouds of fallen demigods rise higher, i realized stiles stilinski was right.

'death doesn't happen to you. it happens to everyone around you, to all the people left standing at your funeral trying to figure out how they're going to lives the rest of their lives now without you in it.'

castor, one of the dionysus twins, died in battle. the twins were supposed to college. now pollux would have to live the rest of his life without his twin, his other half. sophia and lydia also felt their brother's death.

the apollo cabin would have to live without lee fletcher. he was the head counselor for the apollo cabin longer than i'd been at camp. he was their best archer. ran most of the classes. they'd have to get used to living without his advice.

the aphrodite cabin. we'd have to get used to living without cayden. 

cayden james miller. 

loved by all. he was the guy you would go to at three in the morning to rant to, to complain to, or just, sit with. he never complained about your problems, and he'd always help. if he couldn't help you with your problem, he'd help you feel better. not a single bad bone in his body. a kind soul. too good for this world. maybe that's why he left us all so early.

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