Ocean blues- Jercy~ Partial Pipabeth Fanfiction

//9//

Read the A/N's because they always have important stuff in them ( At the start and end.)

A/N GUYS I WAS JUST REREADING THIS AND I REALIZED I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT ANNABETH HOLY CRAP ILL TRY TO BRING HER BACK OMLLL I FORGOT THAT I MADE THEM OUT TO BE BEST FRIENDS and so i was going to do reyna/annabeth but i had this great idea for piper/annie so whops guess what it is now

what a great author i am

also,back to Percys pov yay i can say things that sound good and give them a meaning later why do i do this to myself 

oh and some annie because why not

I lie its mostly annie with some percy to explain shit

college sucks because 0% sleep 

99% of what I write is crap because of said lack of sleep

1% is cool phrases and places

this shit is unedited as usual so

//////

The sun was falling in the sky, and Percy was too. He knew he was falling, fast and hard, but he couldn't stop it, not anymore. (A/N No not falling off a cliff, falling in love to all y'all who dont get it)

Because he was falling too. 

They were on top of Percy's house, but he finally felt at home. 

He was in Nico's embrace, but he didn't feel safe like he used too. 

He could feel himself drowning, in the pit he had dug himself into before, and he was desperate to stay afloat.

 Nico made the water look so alluring, as if it could take away all of his problems, and Percy knew that he shouldn't do this, that this was a bad idea. 

Nico was like a drug which Percy had never realized he had been taking, but he was addicted and he realized he couldn't stop. 

And suddenly, the sun turned blood red, and the fall turned dangerous when it started to die, and all of a sudden, it was gone. 

The world was quiet for a while, the warning was dead, and it was the quiet before a storm.

And he turned into Nico's arms and let himself be taken by the current, heeding no mind to the fact that he was drowning, and that he was falling deep, almost too deep to get out again. 

////// (Anniebeth pov starts) ALso Im aware of my overuse of pronouns. I do that on purpose.

To her, beauty was in the little things. Black eyes that held so much warmth, chocolate brown hair that used to float in the morning breeze. Flush red lips which felt so soft against her own, and tasted like the sweetest fruits on a bright summer day. 

The phone calls at 2:00 am, when there was no line between normal and crazy, and when their voices grounded and took them to different places all at once. 

Annabeth didn't know what beauty was anymore.

The warmth was gone, and the phone only gave her the sound of unrequited calls now. The arms which used to hold her were gone, and the heart that used to beat for her went silent.

It tore her apart. 

Beauty didn't exist anymore. The sky, once vibrant, turned dull. The birds chirruped lifelessly, and the trees were just logs and leaves, cherishing their time before someone took them away too.