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LEO
I skip through the trees, humming a song my mother used to sing to me when i couldn't sleep at night.
In the past, my heart would shatter over and over just by thinking about her.
But by my friends sides, they helped me make piece with it. To think about the good moments instead of all the bad.
So now my heart fills with warmth and soft longing.
I smile, remembering her cooking, her smile, her laugh, her voice, her memory.
I climb over fallen trees, squinting against the sunbeams through the tall branches watching the birds fly over my head.
The clearing is enchanting, peaceful,the pond seems to glow under the sunlight.
The rocks shine a light blue, the flowers are radiant, the willow tree looking just as mesmerizing as it has been when I was here last.
The swing sits there looking over the pond.
The whole place just seems to glow.
I stop singing, walking towards the flowers before me.
My fingers move on there own, doing something they have done thousands of times before.
Making flower crowns.
Back when I was on the run, away from the police, the foster homes, the sadness, the pain, the nightmares, the loneliness, emotions, life.
I would make these flower crowns, sometimes I would sell them for money, or just to give me a distraction.
When my mother was still alive, me and her would make flower crowns for eachtoher when she had time.
Making them reminds me of her.
Now, as I make these, those memories of learning for the first time, those memories of feeling happy, of still feeling whole.
My heart still feels a bit empty, like there's a hole in my heart.
But with my friends at camp half blood, I feel less empty, I feel whole. I feel the love that at one point only my mother and a sister used to give me.
And I wouldn't trade that for anything.
I make one flower crown for my mother.
I make one flower crown for my foster sister who know rests easy in eyslium with my mom.
I make one for my friend who I hope is in a better place in this world.
I make one for piper, my first friend who truly felt like family, who stuck, who never left and never will. Who was patient with my feelings, who helped me from bullies and helped me out from a dark place I was once in. Who is my sister.
I make one for Jason, who even with his memories lost. Still stayed my friend, who learned how to make sure I didn't starve to death over time of knowing me. Who acts like a protective older brother.
I make one for Annabeth, who even when weeveryone else was asleep, came to check up on me when no one else could when we were making the argo 2. Who takes my ideas to thought, who never once, underestimated me.
I make one for percy, who was the first to find me throwing up my insides that night. Who then taught me how to talk about my feelings again. Who, along with piper, taught me that not being okay, is okay.
I make one for hazel, who was kind enough to give me a chance even though she saw me bomb (even tho I was possesed) her new home.
I make one for frank, who even though started out as my enemy because he thought I had a crush on his girlfriend. Became one of my closest friends after the meeting with shripmzilla when he learned I was aro/ace.
I make one for nico, who became a friend who accidentally shadow traveled into the bunker, who used to be cold. Who then became a warm, loving friend who is dear to me.
I make one for Reyna, who at first hated me. But then acted like my sister over time. After we talked about me being possesed, after we got to know eachother.
I make one for Nyssa, Jake, Harley, Shane, and Christopher. Who along with piper, Jason, and Annabeth. Made sure I didn't kill myself in the making of the argo 2.
I make one for couch hedge, for before meeting piper. Helped me through hard times, who pushed me harder and harder. Back then I didn't know why. Now I do. Who became like an uncle.
I make one for all of them, who taught me i could be myself, who taught me that it's okay to cry, that being myself isn't a crime. That having emotions doesn't make me weak. Who taught me that i deserve to eat, to take breaks, to live. That I deserve to be loved and cared for.
. . .
I put my mother's and foster sisters flower crowns by the willow tree, in the sunlight.
Then I walk away from the clearing, and make my way out of my woods. To look for the people who I made these crowns for.
Piper, Jason, Annabeth, percy, hazel, frank, nico, reyna, coach hedge, and a few of my siblings.