A/N: This is actually an edited version of an English assignment I had to do based on the poem 'Annabel Lee' by Edgar Allen Poe... So it might no actually be very pjo/hoo-ish but I hope you enjoy it anyway :)
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters o anything from PJO or HOO, I also do not own the poem Annabel Lee
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TIME: Percy is about 90 years old.
POV: Percy
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Every visit gets a little easier. Or maybe every visit my heart grows a little colder. I’m used to the maze of old, decrepit cabins. I’m used to the soft almost-not-even-there smell of roses clinging to my nostrils and I’m used to the chilling eeriness of where I am. Yet, I’m not used to her being gone. I still can’t quite believe it. It’s been years now but I still can’t believe it. In the early morning haziness I still expect her to be by my side and my heart still jolts to a stop whenever I see that she’s not. On those moments when I let the sweet sound of her name escape my lips, I still expect to hear her reply. She never does. She never will.
We spent endless hours by the sea, by the sounding sea. The first time I saw her it had hurt. She was looking over me, her hair in princess curls, her eyes so unassuming. Everything about her was exquisite. Beautiful. Looking at her had hurt because how she could ever love me back? I was nothing before her- I am nothing without her.
This life has made me bitter. Cruel. Twisted. I don’t mind being old- I mind being old without her. She was my darling. My darling, my life and my bride. Since she’s been gone it’s like everything around me is falling down, like maybe I’m falling too and I don’t know where to land.
Years later, after that first day at Camp Half Blood, we returned. Returned to the kingdom by the sea and married there. On the day we wed, as we stood on the shore of the camp beach, her ivory white fingers entwined in mine, she looked up at me. Her porcelain face was painted in gentle golden rays of sun and her eyes shone like stars in an inky night sky. She closed her eyes so that her eyelids concealed the calculting grey orbs behind them. Moving closer to me she told me that she had never been so happy in her whole life. The way she had said it, like it was the most important thing in the world, made my heart skip a beat. Out of all of my memories with her this one has always been the most clear, the one most unfazed by time. Trapped in the deepest crevices of both my heart and mind. Like a fly trapped in amber. Concealed for all eternity.
“Don’t give up,” she used to tell me “you should never do that.” I replay those words in my mind every day. Sometimes I can hear them so clearly. The whisper of a ghost on the wind. Those words are the only reason I still fight to retain my feeble grip on reality. Nothing is made to last, I understand that. She would want me to hold on. Let go. Letting go can be so hard though, when you have to let go of the most precious thing you’ve ever known.
People used to tell us that we were too young to understand love. What they didn’t understand, what they could never understand was that we loved with a love that was more than love. With a love that burned so fiercely, so bright, so relentless that even the gods in olympus above were envious.
One day she was just gone. All I have wanted since was to go back to her. To go home to her. But I know, deep insode, that if I gave up she would be so dissapointed in me. So I can't. I cant dissapoint her even though being without her is killing me every single day. Being without my Annabeth Chase.
They say only the good die young. Sometimes I wish she hadn't been so good.
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Well I hope you all enjoyed it :)
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PJO/HOO Oneshots
أدب الهواةOneshots from the pjo and hoo series. No stories will be connected in anyway. All rights go to Rick Riordan- I do not own Percy Jackson or heroes of Olympus.
