Reunion (PT.2)

Instructions

Nobody dared to break the silence, it covered them all in a nice warm blanket and made them all feel safe, they all felt safe in each other’s embraces as they all slowly realized that this was their family. Not the gods and the mortals, but each other. And that was enough. “I guess this was an epic reunion.” Leon laughed dryly, the first to pull away, drying the tears from his eyes. “It really was.” Grace hummed in agreement, leaning closer into the hug she had George trapped in. George just rubbed her back comfortingly, “Yeah… I’m glad to finally be able to hug you again.” Grace looked down, finally pulling away from the embrace. “When will you go back…? You said it was temporary, how much longer do we have with you?” She croaked out, her throat hoarse from the crying. “Two days at most, Jasper said two days. But I will never leave you two again, if I have to be dragged kicking and screaming back to the underworld then so be it, I will not leave you two ever again. Even when I’m a ghost, I will never leave you two alone. Understood?” The two hades kids agreed with their older brother and eventually the two passed out. George quickly looked around the room and only saw 3 beds, one for Grace, one for Leon, and… one for George…. They had never taken down or moved his stuff… they had kept it just in case. George felt the tears prlck his eyes and he rubbed them away. George carefully picked Leon up and set him in his bed, making sure to turn his light off before he made his way over to Grace. George gently picked Grace up and made his way over to her bed, laying her gently in it before pulling the covers up over her; he was about to turn away when he felt a weak grasp pulling on his hand. George glanced back over at the sleeping Grace and felt his heart bloom with joy, she finally looked peaceful after everything and if this was the last thing he saw before he was gone for good then George would be content with that. George released Grace’s hand and made his way to the door, “Sometimes the hardest part isn’t letting go, but rather learning to start over." . . . . . . . George made his way to the beach that resided at Camp Half-Blood. George ran over to the water and let out a sob as the water brushed against George’s legs, being de@d had shown George just how much he had taken for granted. George would never have wished to be able to feel the cold before he was de, but now when he can’t feel anything he can only pray that he’d be blessed with feeling temperatures again. Even something as simple as water was something that George could only dream about touching, every time George had grabbed something it would feel as if there was a fire poker stabbing his hand but he would still endure it for his family and friends, even if it caused him excruciating pain. George couldn’t help but laugh at himself, the great and powerful George who took after the great Luke Castellan was now having a mental breakdown at touching water. “I’M BACK!” George screamed, letting all of his emotions tumble out of him all at once. “I’m back.” George laughed, wiping away the tears from his eyes.