Dear Luke,
Up here it's fall. The leaves are turning different shades of brown and red and gold. It's getting cold.
It reminded me of the time we swung Annabeth into the pile of leaves. We counted to three and she flew into them. Then she pulled us in. We all had leaves in our hair.
So Phoebe and I swung Amy into them. I think it's the first time she's laughed since we found her.
I'm glad she's laughing. At least someone is.
Love,
Thalia.
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Letters to Luke // Thaluke
FanfictionDear Luke, I know you broke your promise, and that hurts. But I still miss you. I know Annabeth does too. I want to see you again, at least just once. I want us to be like we used to. I want to have the chance to tell you I love you. Love, Thalia...
