Alyssa and Apollo
It hadn’t been quite a month, but the changing of the month from February to March felt like a solid reminder he would no doubt be here for eternity. He missed being a god. He missed having a perfect body and having perfect hair and being able to wake up perfect and not actually having to wake up because sleep was a mortal necessity.
Alright, that was mostly a lie.
While he did miss being a god, he actually missed Meg more. He missed the way she rolled her eyes at him. The way she always seemed to have some sort of branch, twig, or leaf in her hair. He even missed the disdain in her voice when she spoke to him which he had come to think of as her way of expressing fondness of him.
As a way of chasing home, he had learned that Leo Valdez would be at this art event. Foolishly he went along, though he had yet to catch sight of the crafty demigod yet. He did, however, find himself in the path of the hostess who he remembered now said dated Jason Grace. The name shot a painful arrow of regret through his body and he blinked away the last image he had. He tried to turn to evade a run-in, but turning proved fruitless as he almost ran into a display of some blonde young man.