"Why don't you trust me?" The hurt in his eyes made my heart ache. "I just thought you'd hurt me just like everyone else." I mumbled. "Just like she did." Luke put his finger under my chin and gently lifted it, gazing into my eyes. "I could never hurt you, Percy." * Percy thought he and Annabeth were forever. He thought wrong

"Why are you doing this? Just let me go! Please!" "No! Can't you see that that will not happen anytime soon?" This story takes place during the Last Olympian, before the final battle. What would happen if the enemy captured the Hero? This is a semi-continuation of @JayJayIsTooAwesome's story.

It starts with a suicide attempt. It ends in a much different manner. **another one I have posted on archiveofourown.org** **Warning: there are some dark and depressive themes**