His lips caressed mine, gliding smoothly. His hands burned when they touched my skin, heated with his passion. The faceless boy pulled away, studying my face. His empty sockets for eyes gazed at me so fondly, full of love. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, calluses tickling my cheek. The lips leaned in with the hand, close to my ear.
"I made you something," the creature whispered. His voice was the perfect pitch-low and not too gravelly.
The boy reached behind him, pulling out a picnic basket. I laughed with joy, tracing the woven seams. His lips parted in an empty smile, mouth black as ebony. I blissfully pulled out the items: a large bowl of salad, two tortillas filled with beans, meat, cheese, spices...two cans of soda...I laid the spread out in front of us.
I looked at him, bubbling with excitement. The darkness in the boy's mouth and eyes spread to his face, trailed down his neck, encompassing his body. The pitch blackness advanced on me, surrounding my body, wiping away the picnic. I reached out, only to have my arms swallowed in the inky black. I screamed, only to have my voice die in my throat.
Reyna shot up in her bed. It was a dream.
They all were.
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Remembering
RomanceWhat if Percy forgot Annabeth during their separation? Follow his journey as he slowly remembers her. Note: This story is discontinued. So sorry! :((
