His cigarettes helped mark the passage of time, especially on days that seemed all sun and sky...The dependable dwindling of his cigarette supply reassured him that he hadn't been left out here, that eventually he would have to ride into town and things would still be there, that the world hadn't stopped whirling.
Claire Vaye WatkinsTags: solitude loneliness depression separation kill-me-now
Percy: We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again.
Annabeth: As long as we're together.
Tags: together percabeth kill-me-now rick-trolldan
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