The Docks

It wasn't a warm day... it wasn't cold either.
Annabeth Chase was sat on the end of the docks, just looking-into the water, tears making ripples in the clear lake. She still couldn't believe it, why? She didn't know.
She snapped out of her trance when a mop of raven hair that belonged to her boyfriend sat down next to her, Seaweed Brain.
"Hey wise girl, why the long face?" he said sarcastically, but concern laced his voice and he eyes.
The blonde couldn't even remember why the tears flowed from her stormy eyes "I-I don't know" she tore her gaze away from the small waves her tears were making to look up at him.