Percabeth Oneshots

Heartbreak

By angloie

Annabeth has been cruelly reminded of the pain of heartbreak.

It's so, so quiet.

And Annabeth didn't want to see it.

She didn't want to see the missed texts, the ignored ones, too— what Annabeth wanted to see was their loving relationship and Percy's smile first thing in the morning.

Her heartbreak is quiet.

And, maybe, sometimes its loud; when her sobs wrack her body and thoughts race about what she could've— should've done— to keep Percy.

Annabeth remembers the petty, unintelligible arguments. They were always about something stupid— about leaving the plates unwashed, or how messy their apartment has gotten. She can faintly remember the first time Percy slept on the couch. He said the bed covers were itchy. Annabeth changed them. He didn't notice.

Sometimes he would switch the excuses and say the AC was too hot. Or too cold. But it doesn't really matter now, because Annabeth has gotten used to empty beds.

She didn't want to see them falling out of love.

But she did, and Annabeth's hindsight is 20/20.

In time, the heartache has eased to a dull throb.

It's been six months since the breakup.

Annabeth hasn't blocked Percy on Instagram. Or any other app. She isn't sure why. He looks happy, and that makes her happy— no matter how much she hurts to seem him without her.

Her friends say that she should move on. She's been trying.

Its hard to move on, to say the least. Receipts litter her car. Her brothers are getting older. Annabeth hasn't really felt the same without Percy, and she hates it— hates that she depended so much on him. She still does, and she hates it.

The worst part is that Percy hasn't magically disappeared from her life. Sometimes mutual friends have gatherings. Sometimes, Annabeth sees him at the convenience store they made trips to at 2 AM. They ignore each other on most occasions.

Like today.

Annabeth swears her heart stops when they lock eyes, but then she's looking away because she can't possibly stand to be in the same room as him. Not anymore. This was a mistake. She shouldn't have come here— she should've stayed home and ate whatever stale leftovers she stored in her near-empty fridge.

So Annabeth darts out of the store as soon as she gets the chance, heart beating out of her chest and palms sweating buckets.

She fails to notice the longing look Percy gives her as she leaves.