The sound of Percy's panicked footsteps echoing through the house made my heart skip a beat. Rushing to the living room, I found him there, his hands trembling, his face pale with fear.
Guiding him to the couch, I tried to steady his breathing, my own heart pounding in my chest. "Percy, breathe," I urged softly, my hand resting on his back. "You're okay. Just focus on your breath."
But despite my efforts, Percy's panic only seemed to escalate, his words tumbling out in a rush of anguish. "I hurt her, Annabeth," he confessed, his voice thick with guilt. "I promised to protect her, and now she's hurt because of me."
"Percy, what happened?" I asked," Who did you hurt?"
" Estelle, I-she fell asleep in my arms and I-I had a nightmare. I woke up and she was so scared. She was crying and-" His words were cut off when a loud sob wracked his body.
My heart ached at the pain in his eyes, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a heavy burden. Pulling him into my arms, I held him close, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance.
"Shh, it's okay," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "You didn't hurt her, Percy. Accidents happen, and it's not your fault. She's okay."
But no matter how hard I tried to soothe his fears, I could see the doubt lingering in his eyes, the self-blame gnawing at his soul. It broke my heart to see him like this, consumed by guilt and fear.
As he buried his face in my shoulder, seeking solace in my embrace, I held him tightly, rocking him gently as I whispered words of love and comfort. In that moment, as I felt the weight of his pain, I knew that I would do anything to ease his burden, to chase away the shadows of doubt that threatened to consume him.
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Percabeth Fluff
RomanceShort stories with everyone's favorite ship, Percabeth! Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All credits go to Rick Riordan, the writer of the PJO series.
