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When Percy left the island all those years ago, she told him that they would never see each other again. No one ever finds her twice. And so far, her words haven’t been proved wrong, much to Percy’s disappointment.
Annabeth has been a constant in his life. She constantly heckles him. She constantly loves him. She constantly calls him, even when he tells her he’s going to be busy (she leaves him messages at those times). And though she’s been a constant presence, he has also constantly put off taking their relationship to the confirmed ‘dating’ level. Yes, they kiss, they hold hands, they share his bed; they laugh, talk, have serious discussions, and sometimes sit in a comfortable silence. He loves her, but he holds himself back from making Annabeth his. Because then he would be hers, and that would leave nothing left for the girl on the island, and a part of him knows that he doesn’t want to give up hope yet (though he won’t admit that to himself).
Every night before going to sleep, Percy looks at the bit of moonlace Calypso had given to him when he decided to leave her bit of paradise. As his eyes trace the curves of the delicate petals shimmering in the moonlight, he feels an ache in his chest that he can’t come to terms with. What if he’d stayed with her rather than return to the girl he had, at the time, only begun to understand his feelings for? What if it was long, caramel colored locks he rhythmically runs his fingers through every night while he lay trying to get to sleep, instead of these soft blonde curls? What if he spent his days nurturing the world’s most beautiful garden, and his nights tangled with the world’s most beautiful girl? What if…
What if…
What if, what if, what if.
The questions were more than Percy could take. And yet, there was nothing he could do about it.
His boating trips start getting longer. At first, he would leave for a few hours, content to simply be close to the ocean, but always coming home to Annabeth’s warm smile and loving arms. But as the years wore on and his questions burned his mind, the outings got longer, sometimes starting earlier in the day, sometimes extending long into the night, but now, more often than not, both. He convinced himself he can feel her presence any time he’s near the ocean, veiled behind a mist that could cloud even his demigod eyes. Being who he is, the ocean already feels like home. But imagining her just barely out of his reach, possibly so close but hidden from him, makes him feel even more content. Pained by the constant ‘what if’s’, but feeling that he was at least even a little closer to the answers to his questions.
The moonlace is always there, no matter how much time passes. And as constant as Annabeth is, so also are the millions of questions that burn his mind. What if she found another hero? What if she offered to let him stay with her? What if he said yes? This train of thought depresses him, so he focuses on what he does have: a smart, beautiful, albeit temperamental, blonde lover who he’s finally going to ask to be his.
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(and u know, if still wanna try the other way, i'll read it for sure.)
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<333
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loved the final paragraph!
if you write a sequel, let us know! :)
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