•Peace•

•Chapter Thirty-Four•

=Chapter Thirty-Four=
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Jason's POV
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Friday, 27th of September

"Ugh.. my sleep schedule is going to be wrecked." Percy said, shelving a few books as she sat on a stool.

I nodded in agreement, that was a reasonable response to our early morning awakening.

I dropped off a box by her as I took the last box with me to my own shelf.

"You poor thing." I finally commented.

I, of course, was used to poor sleep schedules. The rigorous life of Red Hood with the added activities of hanging around Percy right after made it hard for me to find a time to sleep, causing me to often go days at a time without sleep.

It was all worth it, Percy was worth it.

At first I was intrigued by her, the mystery of who she was— what she was.

I was fueled by the desire to know. A mystery I couldn't unravel. 

I still don't know. She's normal, she's wonderful. But that night I pulled her from the river...

Anyways. Now I'm sure. I don't need to know who she is, because whoever she is, I'll love her anyways. She'd tell me when she trusts me, and now that is my only goal.

It's hard. restraining myself, I mean.
Only recently have I come to my realization. At first it was suspicion, then it was amusement.. then it was friendship. I had no idea mere months around her would turn into this.

Everything about her is perfect.

I can't describe how much I've desired to be by her side.

Reading her a book, letting her curl under my arm while we watch a movie, or her light body resting on mine.

Even picking on her and joking around.

I'd be miserable if she never felt the same. Can she feel this spark? Can she feel my gaze on her whenever she's in the room with me?

If she chooses someone else I'm not sure what I'd do with myself, but I wouldn't stop her. 

As far as I know, I have no competition. I just.. need to take it slow. I can't just kiss her and ruin everything.

But.. oh I wanted to.

She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is. Holding her in my arms all night was like holding a piece of heaven itself. I never had a better night. I couldn't resist a few small kisses on her forehead. yes I shouldn't have done that but I couldn't help it. It was Percy.

I smacked a hard cover book against my forehead. I needed to stop.

She's not mine. Not yet. And I cant get ahead of myself.

There was still much of her to know. And there was still much of me she had to know.

What if she hates my life?

What I've done?

And what if she never sees me as anything more than a friend?