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"I thought that I'd been hurt before; But no one's ever left me quite this sore; Your words cut deeper than a knife; Now I need someone to breathe me back to life; Got a feeling that I'm going under; But I know that I'll make it out alive; If I quit calling you my lover; Move on;You watch me bleed until I can't breathe; Shaking, falling onto my knees; And now that I'm without your kisses; I'll be needing stitches"
Jason was sure he would need stitches.
Not in the physical sense of the word. Leo had died and Nico had confirmed it. His love had left and he was alone, alone again. He wanted to lose his memory again and not remember his relationship with Leo, how much he loved him, how many memories they had together. What were and what weren't. He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to suffer.
Piper was as broken as he was, but she wouldn't understand what it was like to lose a love, she didn't understand how lost he felt, he was a son of Jupiter, but the idea of having a life without Leo made him want to stop controlling the winds and just fall and die. That was it.
He never wanted to lose anyone, he never wanted to lose himself. So, he was ready to try to start over, but he still felt like he needed stitches to heal the lack of Leo, his ray of sunshine in his life. But there was a single thought that comforted Jason.
Jason hoped that when he died, he would meet Leo in the afterlife and they would have a happy life.