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PROLOGUE

The regular bustle of the cafe was a normal sight in the city of Manhattan. People placed their orders and couples sat huddles on the sofas with mugs in their hands. It was a chilly December morning.

Through all this a man could be seen seated at one of the tables with his legs crosses hands fiddling with a necklace on his neck. His messy black hair was blown to the side like he had just come from a walk near the beach and his deep emerald green eyes flickered around the place, like he was searching for someone. He had a solemn expression on, eyebrows furrowed and lips tight and looked not more than twenty.

The familiar ding of the cafe indicated someone entering the cafe. Green eyes shifted to the visitor. It was a man with dirty blonde hair and a barely beard. Noticing the person waiting for him, he made his way over to the green eyed man. They shook hands and shared a hug. After getting settled the green eyes man spoke.

"It's been a year. "The other man nodded in response. He dug into his bag searching for something.

"I-uh-I was clearing out the house and I found this." The man said nervously taking out a leather covered book. It was lavender in color but the color had faded leaving it a pale lavender-ish color.

"Oh right. You're leaving." The green eyed man said his voice sounding muddled as he averted his eyes and looked out the window. "I'm sorry Percy." The man sighed holding the book in his hands. He handed it to Percy.

"Take this." Percy looked at him with a confused expression as he accepted it. He flipped the cover to reveal a picture pasted on the front page. It was a picture of an girl sitting on a swing with her legs crossed. Her long blonde hair fell across her shoulders ending up in little ringlets and her grey eyes looked curious. The girl looked like she was ten or eleven and the smile on her face told that she couldn't be happier. Percy sucked in a deep breath.

"It's hers." The man said looking closely at Percy. "I wanted you to keep it." Percy nodded again still staring at the picture. The man got up cautiously. "Well I'd better get going." But Percy was too busy staring at the book to pay attention. He simply nodded and muttered a 'yeah' before the blonde man left the cafe.

Percy carefully flipped the pages like they were made of glass and could break any moment. It was a diary. He flipped more pages and noticed that at the front page beside the picture, something was written. The ink looked old but was clear as ever.

To live, is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that's all. I guess you could say I wasn't really living life to the fullest. I was just...existing. Doing what I should, not what I want. I was stuck up in my own emotional prison. You only live once, but if you do it right then once is enough. But I guess living wasn't really my problem, it was just that I had died too many times. They say that everything happens for a reason. He was my reason. He was like the ocean. He could be calm and still or rough and rigid but in the end, he was always beautiful. Perfect even. Beautiful is not something what a guy should be called, handsome maybe, but that word was too less to define what he was. Percy Jackson. He was my miracle and this is how my miracle began.

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