Soulmates

Chapter 48

TW: PANIC ATTACKS STARING AT PERCY UNTIL THE END BE SAFE PLEASE AND THANK YOU

When Hazel was little, she had a dream date. They'd pick her up from her home, have a bouquet of flowers--preferably camellia because Persephone said they meant love--and drive her to a lake where they would lift lanterns into the sky.

    Granted, when Hazel was little, she'd watched Tangled far too many times, according to her parents. Though she would argue there was no such thing.

    When Hazel turned ten, her dream date was going to the movies. Hazel did actually do that once; she was 11 and thought she would be with this one boy forever.

    The date was terrible because they didn't talk the entire time, and they watched a rerun of Troy.

    Now, her dream date would be to get boba and walk around the boardwalk before grabbing some ice cream and sitting near the pier. Hazel would have her phone, so she'd take a picture of the view. The sun was slowly disappearing under the horizon. The blues of the sky shifted into a watercolor painting of oranges and pinks, purples, and blacks. Eventually, the color would leave, leaving them with stars.

    Then when she left her household, Frank gave her a small painting that she'd later frame and hang in her room. It was a watercolor of lilacs, another flower of love.

    Which made Hazel kind of die, but in a good way.

    "It was kind of rushed, but I still wanted you to have it."

    Hazel's mouth went agape. "What do you mean it was kind of rushed. This is beautiful; what the hell."

    Frank's cheeks went red, and he quickly turned away from Hazel. "Um, you mentioned liking boba before. Do you want to get some?"

    Cue the dying, once again.

    "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

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Alex stared at the letter and fucking shrieked.

    Samirah came running in, no hijab and horrendously tangled hair. "Are you okay?"

    Alex looked up at her and slowly shook his head before handing his sister the letter. "I'm dying and might actually cry of happiness."

    Samirah breifly skimmed over the letter. "What is he concerned about--Wait." She reread a particular part. "No, he didn't."

    "He did," Alex squeaked.

    Samirah let out an unholy sound before engulfing Alex in a hug. "This is so cu--Wait, do you want to say it back?"

    "Yes, I'm going to fucking say it back, Samirah!" Alex yelled. "Hang on, I need to tell two more people."

    Alex snapped a picture and sent it.

green on of a bitch: [image]

~gay~: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP IN A GOOD WAY

~gay~: MA'AM/SIR HOLY FUCK

the best person ever: SCREAMING

~gay~: I'M LITERALLY ALREADY CRYING FROM HEARTSTOPPER, AND THEN YOU DO THIS

the best person ever: oo, is it good?

~gay~: it's the wholesome gay shit we all need in our lives

green son of a bitch: ^^

green son of a bitch: nick is a golden retriever

~gay~: facts