Day 12
Dear Seaweed Brain,
Chiron suggested these letters. Supposedly, if I was to write out my feelings, I'd be able to focus better. Except that that seems like a bunch of minotaur manure, because there's no way I could even dream of "focusing" with you gone. It's been 12 days since I found out you were missing. 12 long, miserable days, and the worst part is, we know you're at the Roman Camp. That you're with them and you don't...remember. And it's infuriating because I've been SEARCHING for you Seaweed Brain. Every spare second I've been searching for you, and now they expect me to just sit around and wait for this stupid ship to be built, when we know (more or less) where you are! I can't! I can't do it. I miss you, Percy. I don't want to wait 6 more months. I don't even want to wait 6 more hours. I swear, I could punch Hera in her sorry godly face for this, that miserable goddess. I don't care about the prophecy and the war with Gaea's minions. I only care about you, Seaweed Brain.
Just come back to me.
Love,
Annabeth