Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

57. 'Love you'

This is a 'sad' one shot. Its not all sad like it'll have a happy ending I swear on the Styx, then again when do I not have a happy ending? Maybe that one one shot where I killed one of them(?) I may or may not have published that idk but enjoy the heat wrench and the make up!

I get home and I see Percy, my heart usually would jump straight out of my chest, but all it did was sink. It ached. It ached for his touch, his love, him. I miss him. Yes I live with him and yes we sleep in the same bed, and yes he still says 'love you' before he leaves, but it feels... artificial.

"Hey."

"Huh? Oh hey Annabeth." His voice, monotonous, bland, no emotion or love in his usually full of humor, and passion voice.

"How'd that thing go?" I feel really bad but I can't for the life of me remember what he had been working on. For all I know he didn't bother telling me.

"It was fine I guess."

"Thats good." I turn and see the kitchen is an absolute nightmare. Dishes, not even in the sink, stacked next to the sink, open chip bags, a beer bottle cap, and an open bottle of soda, just hanging around the counter. I don't understand why he can't close the cabinet doors, or put the lids back on things. I can't take it anymore. I ask so little of him. I do everything for him. I clean the floors, I make the bed, I make sure we have food. All he has to do is cook and clean the kitchen, is that so much to ask of him? "Percy."

"Huh?"

"Why does the kitchen look like this?"

"Like what?" He asked not looking up from his paper.

"Like a pigsty! Like a dump, like my personal nightmare!"

"It does?"

"Yes! There's open soda and beer bottles, chip bags, and dirty plates not even attempted to have been put in the sink!"

"Calm down, why are you so mad? I'll get to it."

"You did not just tell me to calm down." He finally looked up from his paper.

"Sorry." He said a little unapologetically.

" I ask so little of you, all I ask of you is that after you cook, you clean up. I take care of everything else! Not to mention I manage to get all my schoolwork done and my regular work done."
"What are you saying?"
"I just- why can't you do your part!?"
"Are you saying I don't care about our relationship?"
"I'm definitely not saying you do." I immediately regretted saying that, I knew I should apologize and try to make it up to him, or just kiss him, or do something other than what I do. I did nothing, I stood there, my jaw locked, not letting me talk, let alone fix this mess.
"Okay. I'll be back." His voice was dangerously calm, and he grabbed his coat, threw on his shoes and slammed the door.

What just happened? Did I just screw everything up? No, we're stronger than that. Sure we've been skirting around each other and almost avoiding the other but does that mean we've reached the end? It can't, it shouldn't. How could we go from surviving hell together to not being able to handle the real world? That doesn't seem fair.

All I can think to do is clean. I clean the dishes, put them away, close the soda, put it back in the fridge. The beer is empty so I recycle it, and the chips get clipped. Would that have been so hard? Stop it. Before I can stop myself, I'm in our bed. I'm not tired but i crash on the bed, something broke, and the floodgates opened. My body racked with sobs. All I need right now are Percy's arms around me, and his ocean scent lulling me to sleep.

Lately he doesn't even touch me, he won't do the sweet things he used to do, or hold me. All I want is him, how can he not see that, by just being him, he's enough, he's my everything. How can I just let him walk away the way I did? How could he just walk out the way he did.