Annabeth's pov
I laid in my bed crying. All I could think about was him, my love, and how he was so far away. I needed him.
I longed to be in his arms as I listen to his gentle voice speak words of comfort. I longed to hear his laugh, see his smile and melt under his touch. I longed to run my fingers through his messy black hair and kiss his soft lips. I longed to see the love in his amazing eyes and feel my heart quicken when he's near.
I wanted to run away. I wanted to run to him. I'd run over 2 thousand miles and straight into his arms. My heart ached for him. He ran through my head night and day. It was eating me, not being with him. It was like the world was punishing us. This was cruel and unusual punishment. And unbearable. I couldn't bare not see him and hugs him.
Tears fell more rapidly down my cheeks. I needed him here to be my shoulder to cry on. I needed him to hold me close and tell me everything was alright.
I was going to find him. For my sanity, I was going to him. And nothing was going to stop me, but for now...suddenly I fell fast asleep.