Dear Bianca,

It rained today, just like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. It doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon. I stayed inside and watched from the window in my room. I don't like to go outside anymore. Everything smells both old and new at the same time. It's hard to tell what some things are but I'm getting used to it little by little.

Did you know that the sun still comes out when it's raining? Even with all of the gray clouds covering it up, it manages to shine. Not the sun itself, I guess. But something a lot like the sun. Remember how I can see the park from my window? There's this girl that comes out sometimes but it's only ever when it's raining. Nobody's ever outside so I guess she does it because she's alone and thinks no one can see her. Sometimes she just stands there in her weird, fluffy dragon hoodie and rain boots staring up at the sky with an umbrella, but most of the time she dances.

She's really clumsy. I've seen her trip on plants and little sidewalk cracks, but she always laughs after she falls and gets right back up. It's like nothing can knock her down. It's admirable in a way. I wonder if she'd stop doing it if she knew people were watching though. She doesn't do it when people are around after all. It seems like she's too afraid of what people would say to her when they see how awkward her movements are.

But maybe she only does it in the rain for a reason. Something like a reason somebody would give in a romantic play. The reason doesn't really matter. Even if she doesn't have one she still does it…

I know you're never going to get this and I just writing another letter to put in a box but I want you to know that you don't need to worry about me. I'm as healthy as a kid like me can be. I still have sucky dreams sometimes but that's just something demigods have to deal with. I'm making friends, whether I want to or not. I met this one guy named Jason a while ago. He's nice, kind of like a brother. I… I still like Percy but I'm taking it in stride. Everybody tells me it's not so bad but it's hard to think differently when I've been raised to think that it's wrong for me to be in love with a boy. I'm getting used the idea though. Really.

And, yeah. I'm getting plenty of sunshine from here.

Missing you like always,

Nico