Percy Jackson's Last Breath

Annabeth

My heartache had rung me out until I was dry inside, no more tears would come. My insides still felt as raw as if a winter wind was blowing right through my skin. The last conversation with Percy haunted me, taunted me, replaying like an echo. My appetite had dwindled to nothing. For the past 10 months, I have stayed in the Poseidon cabin. Even if it hurt me, even if it was wrong of me, no matter how much I want to be able to leave, I stay hidden in that haunted cabin. I kept the curtains closed so that I wouldn't have to witness life going on as usual. How could it when my world had crumbled? Ten months, ten agonizing months have passed. That's almost a whole year without him.

The camp hasn't been the same since. No one has been same since. Percy's absence has taken a huge toll on everything. The gods have once again broken an oath, to be more specific, Percy's oath. They've become forgetful, more so than before. When Percy turned 16, he had sworn the gods to claim all their children. And because of that oath, camp half-blood grew gradually bigger. Now, the gods don't claim anyone anymore. Demigods no longer packed the camp grounds. As a matter of a fact, almost half of the campers decided to up and go home. Even fully knowing the dangers of the outside world, they still preferred to be in danger of getting killed by monsters than staying in this depressing camp. Not that I blame them.

The days dragged on and on. There was never a happy moment. There was no more capture the flag games, no fun. The camp and I spent almost eight months after Percy disappeared looking, searching, for anything that could lead us to saving him. There was nothing, nada, zilch. We gave it our all, non-stop researching, quests, everything really. We worked our butts off, but then we gave up. And just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. Percy would have never given up on me, on anyone, yet here we are. I wanted to keep hoping, to keep believing, that he's out there still. But no matter how I put it, there is almost zero chance that he was able to survive down there in Tartarus for ten months, alone, starving, dehydrated, and wounded. There's absolutely no way. And that hurts, so much.

There are often times when I'm not having nightmares. And in those times, I dream of Percy.  "I love you," I blurt out as I wake from the dream. I always found my bed, more like Percy's, to be cold and lonely. I missed his muscular arm that I dreamt of, was wrapped around me as much as I missed the smell of him. Percy's cabin was filled with flowers, but their scent had turned to nothing. The petals of the flowers were an array of enchanting colours; teal, emerald, ruby, amethyst, and pearl, but to me they were only shades of grey. I've always missed him when he was gone, but it was only now that he was really gone that I realized how much Percy means to me. Not seeing him for almost a year has been tough enough, but seeing pictures of him or things
that remind me of him just destroys me. I've thought about leaving, leaving this black hole I'm in. To leave camp, make something of myself, forget about my past. Forget about the one person who I'm in love with. But I just can't bare myself to. Even if it was possible to forget about everything and just start over, I wouldn't want to. It wouldn't be fair to Percy. He isn't someone who's supposed to be forgotten. He deserves so much more than that.

If I stop to dwell for even a fraction of a second my face is wet with tears. They roll silently into my cracked lips, salty and cold. I can never fathom why anyone would give me someone so good only to snatch them away again. It's a cruelty that the sun continues to rise, to welcome in each new day devoid of your laughter or even your grumpy complaints and sarcastic commentary. I want to hear you snort at something I did or kiss me when we start to argue. I want you to push me into the sea or the lake and form our own make out bubble. I want you to argue with me about the stupidest things, because if you could do that it would mean you got away with it. That you aren't cold, lifeless. One day I'll face the reality of your absence but I can't face it, not yet.

I miss you Percy, so much so, that I'm even scared of who I've become without you. If you're out there, which I hope for so much, I want you to know that I need you here, with me, again. As soon as you possibly can, because I don't think I'll be able to hold out much longer. I need you Percy.

Come back to me Seaweed brain.

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Alrighty! I know, I'm so sorry for the short chapter but that's all I could think of for the moment. Lately, I've been getting comments (just a few) and tbh you guys, they make my day. Like they make me want to continue writing and it in general means a lot to me. So thank y'all <3 oh! And I'll be updating sometime next week.

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