Annabeth. Annabeth. Annabeth.
That curly haired blonde that would always tell me off for my habits. The one that would scowl at me when I did something clumsy.
She was amazing, really. Her calculating grey eyes forever imprinted into my memory. Her smile when she saw me. Her sarcastic tendencies when I said something stupid.
I loved her, really. I told her time and time again, even when her skin had began to sag and her hair begun to grey. I clutched her hand as much as I could, when we knew we were going.
And for those moments, I watched the light drain out of her eyes that were full of light just moments ago. I had felt my heart begin to throb and my eyes begin to swell.
The memory of her washes over me in dreams, never leaving me in dreams, the distant melody of her voice, haunting me like a storm cloud.
I bend down, taking her hand and pressing it to my lips before replacing it back on her unmoving chest. I stare at her and, at last, I realise that despite her grey hair and drooping face, she's still that blonde 16 year-old girl I was in love with. So I kiss her goodbye, knowing I can finally let myself go.
Written by an emotional Danni
DONT READ SAD PERCABETH AT 12AM. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS
*distant sobbing*
