Percabeth people! I'm writing to you on my new laptop! This makes a happy writer!
Anyway, I am reading the Mark of Athena. Yeah, I'm on the third chapter. Anyway, I love Rick Riordan's hilarity. He's truly amazing. OH! And the novel has been spoiled for me. I know what happens at the end.
Hannah Kay xx
BTW: This is a loose representation of the song "Last Kiss" by T-Swizzie.
My legs were pulled up to my chin, arms wrapped tightly around my body which was clad in a sea green long sleeve tee shirt and your favorite worn pair of sweatpants. I was sitting in the center of your cabin, starting unseeingly at your unmaid bed. "Percy." Your name kept tumbling from my lips but I couldn't stop shaking and rocking back and forth.
"I love you." You'd whispered as we were cuddled under the sheets at 1:58 in your cabin. I'd smiled, leaning forward to just kiss you, hush you up, because I knew you loved me. I really did. And you knew I loved you. So I didn't say it.
I wanted you, and I knew you wanted me. So that night we made love. It was beautiful.
The next day though it happened.
I awoke in the Athena cabin which I'd snuck in somewhere between 3:40 and 3:50 at night to hysteria. Grover'd grabbed my shoulder, shaking me from my haze. His eyes were wide, excited with fear. "Annabeth." He repeated incessantly until I rose to consciousness and glared at him.
"What is it Grover?" I'd grumbled, rubbing my eyes with my hands tiredly. After all, it was only six. I'd gotten a grand total of what, total of two hours sleep? I deserved a few minutes to gather myself before being slapped in the face by Grover's news.
"Percy's gone."
Those words sent me over the edge. I could smell the ocean water on your skin, feel the brush of your lips against my own, hear the laughter coming from our soft conversations. It was all a storm surge of memories hitting me like a war of the gods.
I felt oddly cold as I rushed to the scene. I'd refused to believe it of course, though, and searched the entire camp twice over before collapsing on the floor of your cabin. That's where I remained.
Three days later, here I am, wearing your clothes on the floor, whimpering your name. Grover kept coming to check on me, but I never moved.
I just kept remembering the quiet moments on the dock.
Or when we'd walk through camp and everyone would yell at us in greeting, because everyone loved you.
Or when I'd been mindlessly prating and you'd lean over suddenly and kiss me firm on the mouth, cutting me off in the most beautiful interruption I'd ever experienced.
I don't know how I'm going to get through this.
Honestly, I don't.
I am nothing if not the logical child of Athena, but this defines all logic.
My boyfriend, the one I love most in this world, was suddenly gone.
I suppose this is why love and logic don't often work hand in hand. It's not possible for logic to play into love. Loving is reckless even, completely opposite logic.
So, now, here I am. I never thought you'd leave. I thought you'd always be here, a cabin or two away, just waiting to come and swoop me off my feet.
But you're gone. You've left me.
Your gone.
Gone.
"Percy."
Forever the name on my lips.
Crappy and short but you know what? I DON'T FRICKIN CARE... :)
