Ghost of Crushes Past

I know. That's why I'm afraid of commitment. I just… I don't want false hope, you know? If I'm in a relationship with someone, then I want to be with them for as long as I live. I know that for us, that won't be too long. He said. He didn't want to stay broken hearted if he lost her. He wanted to be able to continue life without remorse for the past. He loved her, but he couldn't be with her.

That didn't stop him. He followed up what he had previously said with something reassuring. Which is why I need to follow your quote from Catching Fire and grab what's sweet in my life. He said. He knew Chiara enough to know when she came up with something clever on her own, and when she copied a movie.

I'll be afraid, but I'll try to make it work. And I promise you, kid, I'll give so much more than I'll get.  love you. He said. He really did love her, but sometimes fear can be more motivating than love. The Greek tragedy of Orpheus and Eurydice tell that tale perfectly. He lost his wife because of the fear that she wasn't there. Fear overpowered love at the moment he turned around, and fear is what can kill anyone who can't control it.

Live, not exist. Alright then. He said. He then looked out at the campfire. Campers were starting to leave to their cabins, the Apollo kids were starting to pack there instruments up, and the Aphrodite kids were still trying to figure out who mixed their makeup bags. That meant one thing to Dylan, that it was time to go. He sighed, he didn't want to end this moment, but he didn't want to receive Chiron's discipline because of his disobedience to him.

It wasn't that Dylan feared Chiron, but he respected him. He didn't want to disappoint him in any way, be it training or failing to follow simple rules. In fact, this was the first teacher Dylan ever liked. He hadn't really known how it felt to have someone outside of your family genuinely care for you… until Chiron came along. While other demigods looked to heroes like Perseus and Heracles, Dylan looked to Chiron. One big reason for this being that Chiron was alive and Dylan was able to ask him questions. Sure, Chiron would scare Dylan with his authoritative power at times, yet he was gentle and took time to listen to anyone's complaints. He was like a father figure, something Dylan wasn't able to experience since he came to the camp.

So, shall we get going? Dylan said, gesturing to the campfire, which at this point had only a few campers left.

ooh: I was hoping to show something that was misunderstood. Like only Chiara or only Dylan got caught and didn't tell Chiron the other was included to keep them safe. They then think about who else would've known but the other one, and assume the other did it. It would be a perfect set up for either of our characters, one could let anger cloud their judgement, and the other could take their distrust with anger and cause a barrier between the two. This could then lead to them realizing that they both were wrong to cut the other one off from their life, and then they could try to make amends at this lunch hour. So do you want Chiara to get caught or Dylan?

ooc: jump cut (i.e. "Three days passed…") or no?

ooc: Alright, i have an idea

bic: It had been three days since Dylan kissed Chiara, and he felt like he was on cloud 9. He felt light and carefree for those three days, and it seemed like nothing could bring him down. He went through training with a type of relaxation that he never would have on the battle ground. A couple of times, it had almost gotten him seriously hurt. One time, he got distracted at the archery range. He was so wrapped in his thoughts that he didn't notice that he was about to walk right into someone's line of fire. If it weren't for the kid who notched the arrow calling Dylan to get out of the way, he would've ended up with an arrow through his right temple.

Here he was, lying down on his bed after another one of these relaxed and mellow days. He was just replaying the moment he and Chiara kissed. It felt magical and wonderful all at the same time. As he was dwelling on it, he had realized that he hadn't seen Chiara since that night. He sat up from his bed and thought about what he'd say to her. He didn't want to sound like a stalker, but he didn't want to sound emotionless.

After a few minutes of asking around, he learned that she had dish duty. Why does she have dish duty?What did she do? He thought to himself. He didn't suspect that anyone told Chiron, since the only other person who knew about their prank was Chiara herself, so he didn't know what had happened. He walked over to the mess hall, and there she was, walking out of her shift.

Dylan looked at Chiara and found her beautiful n her dirty clothes. Although she looked as if she had fallen off of the rock wall, she still radiated a type of essence that Dylan loved about her. The smell, however, was slightly intoxicating. It gave Dylan a weird, light-headed feeling, like he had just taken a whiff of bleach. Dylan enjoyed freshly applied "Pine-Sol: Lemon Scent" as much as the next guy did, but he enjoyed it on wood furniture. Nonetheless, he ignored it for the sake of his relationship. After all, it would look bad for him if he had commented negatively on his new girlfriend's appearance. Words had power behind them, meaning that one false statement could easily end a relationship of any kind.

Hey, how are you? Dylan said. He tried to sound excited to see her, but not too excitedbut it proved to be more difficult then he had hoped for. He guessed by the look on her face that he did something wrong. Already? I've been dating her for two or three days and I've already messed up? he thought to himself. He cleared his throat, partly because of nervousness and partly because he was slightly dehydrated and out of breath from looking all over camp for Chiara, and asked Hey, I see that somethings wrong. Do you mind telling me what it is?