Missing

We Need All The Help We Can Get

I FINALLY DID IT. Sure, it’s been, I don’t know three months, BUT I UPLOADED ANOTHER CHAPTER! WOOOO!

I’m really really sorry. School is so…ugh. I’m a suckish uploader anyway but SCHOOL.

So Mark of Athena came out last week. HAVE YOU READ IT YET. OH-MY-GODS. FAVOURITE BOOK EVER :)

And I'm not gonna spoil anything but I cried at the ending cause of feels.

I regret nothing ;)

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Annabeth POV

I just lay there, tangled in the sheets of my missing boyfriend’s bed.

I’m not sure how long I was there. It’s hard to think about time when your life is such a complicated mess.

Eventually, being ADHD and all, I got really bored and couldn’t take it. I rolled onto my side and checked the alarm clock.

5:53AM.

“Two minutes?” I thought to myself, “I’ve been lying here for two minutes?”

I sighed again before untangling myself from the sheets and standing up. I quickly made the bed; partly so nobody would suspect I was in here, partly to keep the fresh smell of the sea – Percy’s permanent scent – from leaving the bed. I wanted to keep him as close as possible.

As I turned to leave the cabin, something caught my eye. I spun to face the object and my eyes found a small picture frame, sitting on Percy’s dresser. I walked towards it, wondering why I found it so special and as soon as the picture in the frame came into focus, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Inside the simple wooden frame, was a picture of Percy and I from last summer, in the weeks after the second Titan War. In the picture, Percy and I were standing up, our sides facing the camera. The picture caught us mid kiss and the sun was setting behind us. It was actually the perfect picture. I had no idea who had taken it, or how Percy had gotten a hold of it, but just looking at it made the memory rush back.

We were sitting on the sand at fireworks beach, leaning back onto our hands. It was sunset and my head was resting on his shoulder. Our fingers were intertwined and a few soft rays of sun were still shining on the water, making it sparkle.

It was silent. The only sounds we could hear was the calm, crashing of the waves as they broke on the shore and the occasional chirp of a bird or rustle of the leaves.

 If anything, the silence made the moment more perfect. 

We just sat there, for gods know how long, enjoying each other’s company, watching the sunlight dance off the water.

Somehow, we ended up lying down, Percy’s arm wrapped around me and my head buried into his shoulder. The sun had disappeared and the last remaining rays of sunlight were fading.

Normally, the silence would’ve been killing me – being ADHD and all – but this was a comfortable silence, watching the rise and fall of Percy’s chest, feeling his fingers draw random patterns on my stomach.

Eventually, I must’ve drifted off to sleep because next thing I knew, a conch horn sounded, signalling dinner time, and my eyes flew open.

Percy stood up and offered me his hand, which I accepted with a smile. He pulled me into a short but passionate kiss and then I intertwined our fingers.