Only I know what had happened. Only I know of the time me and Percy shared. Only I know that kronos had tried to rise.

I should've listened to myself, but my feelings got in the way. And now every time I see Percy I want to hug him but I can't.

Nico still has a grudge and not even nico knows it. But I do.

Harleys alive and I want to tell him how much I care about him but it wouldn't make sense.

And Percy.

I don't think anything could ever be the same between me and Percy. I knew it was to be expected that we wouldn't end up together, but I hoped.

Hope. Maybe that's the real villian in this story.

Sure, kronos had been a threat but if I didn't hope I wouldn't be hurt. Yet it's human nature to hope, and it's the one thing I hate about myself.

Percy and Nico both had the similar feeling of being enemies, which somehow only drove them closer. And me further away.

I barely leave bunker nine these days. My only contact is little Harley, hazel, or Annabeth but even then it's rare h talk.

Nothing could be more different. I wasn't near how I was before the spell, and no one knew of those months.

Harley didn't know how much I cried when I thought he was gone, Harley didn't know much about me at all. Not anymore.

Nico and Percy had stopped talking to me. Not because they hated me, they just gradually slipped out of my reach.

That's how I ended up how I did. Even hades forgot about me. Now, I'm just the lost soul who stays in the bunker in the woods.

The lost soul who isn't remembered.

The lost soul who wasn't good enough to survive.