[ The storm in her eyes is always on the verge of turning into a hurricane, mirroring the jumbled thoughts she's yet to compartmentalize for her own sake. They both could very well return to their respective homes away from camp, but she clings to the familiarity of it all, the comforts of her cabin, the orange shirt on her back.
It's only at night that she lets Percy out of her sight, and it never sits well with her, holding his hand until the last minute because all she wants to do is fall asleep in his arms like they did once before.
When they lace fingers together, she finally exhales. ]
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It's only at night that she lets Percy out of her sight, and it never sits well with her, holding his hand until the last minute because all she wants to do is fall asleep in his arms like they did once before.
When they lace fingers together, she finally exhales. ]
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