When We Were One...

The girl kept running, the water becoming gradually deeper each step.
I had no clear few of her face, for her back was turned to me.
She kept running, water splashing in my face.
I wasn't me.
Where my black hair should've been, was a swirl of mixture of black and gray, with very faint, white tips.
And straight off the bat, I knew my eyes must've looked the same.
I could hardly make out exactly where we were....
But with a long stare,
It was easily identified as the Camp Half-Blood Docks.
There was no giggling coming from the girl, her white hair swishing back in forth, and her sailor-like dress flapping in the wind.
She paused, and turned around.
She held her dress gracefully, her white hair nearly tumbling over her eyes.
She sniffled, and faint years were streaming down her face.
"Oi....Lethe...."
A spark hit me, as if the name,'Lethe,' was important.
"I-I.....We....want you to come home soon, okay? I don't care what kind of crazy thing Posey has you up to now.....but, just promise me, 'kay? We....We need ya, so, come home, Lethe....Come home..."