<Morgan's POV> (This part was written by alltheshadesofblue)
"Percy Jackson," he repeats in a wavering voice. His eyes are dark and unfocused.
"Yes," I say uncertainly.
In the dark, he can't see my blush. Or my stare. So I take him in- his eyelashes, longer than most. His dark eyes. His wary expression.
"You know him," he says.
It's a statement, not a question.
"Yes," I say. "Why?
He hesitates too long. I can tell he's searching for an excuse. "Because... we were friends."
He's biting the inside of his cheek; his tell.
"I- you can trust me," I say softly.
"No, I can't!" he yells, suddenly angry.
I bite my lip to hold back tears. His face is harsh- but softening.
I don't care.
I run for the door, ignoring his protests-and bang through into the sunlight, running across the gray grass to get as far away as possible from him.
Okay, so short chapter, but I put it up anyway.
(BTW Morgan is colorblind, so that's why the grass is gray.)
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