Hey Guys! Ali here! This is just a super short fanfic that I thought up late at night, like, 2 am. Well, thanks for checking it out! Relax, read, and review!
The sky, colors of oranges, reds, pinks, and yellows all mixed together, was a sight that she had not seen for many days. How many days, exactly, she didn't know. But it was a sight that had been sorely missed since she had been there.
Percy and her and just escaped through the Doors of Death. They were shut. Finally. Visions still plagued her mind whenever she settled into sleep. Several sleepless nights were visible in the features of her face. The tightness around her lips, the shadows that looked like bruises that were darkening each day, the increasing loss of weight. Soon, these tiny, insignificant details would be the downfall of her. Percy was already growing increasingly more worried, as he had good reason to. Annabeth promises her boyfriend that she would try to sleep more, not skip as many meals, just to pacify him. For about a week, he left her alone, but as he saw she made no change to her terrible habits, he stepped in, cautiously a first, then with gradual confidence. He soon pestered her nonstop. She expected him to be coming up on deck soon with her dinner, as the darkness of the night was replaced by millions of tiny, twinkling lights that shined a million light-years away.
Barely ten minutes passed when she heard quiet feet pound the deck. Knowing that it was her boyfriend, she didn't turn around until she felt his warm arms circle her torso, and she felt his hot breath on her ear saying, "Annabeth. Dinner time."
"Okay." She looked towards the sky once more, focused on the one constellation that held the form of the ex-lieutenant of Artemis, Zoë Nightshade, granddaughter of the Titan Iapetus, or Bob, and whispered, "Bob says hello."
She smiled, tears brimming the edged of her eyes, and turned her face into Percy's shoulder, allowing him to lead her to the dining hall for a late dinner.
Annabeth silently vowed upon the River Styx to make a conscious effort to erase the dark circles from her eyes and to try to gain a few more pounds.
Because, if she didn't see Bob and Damasen's sacrifices as heroic, when they were so close to seeing the upper world again, what kind of person would that make her? What would it make her if she didn't honor their sacrifices? If she didn't use their sacrifices as a second chance, for they direly would have died if it weren't for the friendly giant and for the friendly Titan. If she didn't use it as a way to make things right?