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Okay,this story is completely and utterly dedicated to a guest called Safari. Her review was amazing. Here it is:
Oh my god, this is flawless. It's such a tragically gorgeous Percabeth piece, and I love how it reflects Greek mythology what with its intricate simplicity and romantic tragedy. You have such a way with words, darling. Please keep rearranging your starlit thoughts into a composition of constellations. Stay beautiful. xoxo wouldtheywriteasongforyou
If you're reading this,Safari,thank you for your kind words. This is for you. :)
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She is the girl who wanders alone, and he is the man with steel in his eyes.
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She walks in the streets, head lowered, eyes downcast.
(This where her story starts.)
She does not notice the pair of strikingly bright sea green eyes following her.
(This is where he comes in-but will it last?)
He hesitates before running torawrds her.
(Running, running, running-he will never catch her.)
"Excuse me, miss, but what's your name?"
(And green meets gray for the first time.)
She looks at him, her dull gray eyes dark, and whispers.
("Nobody.")
For when she is here and there and everywhere, it is a fitting name.
(Too fitting.)
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He searches for her, looks for that girl with those stormy eyes that flash with war.
(But the thing is, no one knows her-)
He finally finds a old couple who seem to know her, and asks.
(She has been dead for over 80 years.)
He cannot believe it-
(But it seems so fitting for the girl who glides across the ground.)
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He finds her grave.
(It is small, tiny, and no one has taken care of it-he swears that will change today.)
He lays a white rose over the stone and sees her name for the first time of his life.
(Annabeth.)
It is a lovely name.
(Too lovely.)
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He sees a glimpse of her at a rose garden.
(He runs after her.)
He finally corners the girl and asks her.
("Who are you really?")
She glares at the ground, but soon gives up and relaxes.
("Look at me-"She hesitates.
"Percy."
"Look at me, Percy. What do I truly look like? Who do I look like?")
And he narrows his eyes at her and glances at her truly.
(He gags.)
For where her smooth, pale neck had once been, there was a dark red line dripping with blood, signalling she had been murdered. Her eyes were gorged out, her curls torn out. Her heart was hanging out, held by a thin line.
(Oh gods.)
And she flickers for one last time and disappears.
(He will remember her until the end of his time.)
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He is a grown man when he sees her again.
(He has steel in his eyes, determined and hardworking, and lines around his mouth, grim and signalling a man who has gone through loss.)
She simply takes his hand and brings him to her grave.
("Choose.")
And he takes one last look at the home he used to love, and whispers as he plunges the blade into his chest.
("This is for you,Annabeth.")
And perhaps, somewhere, the man with steel is now a boy with laughter, and the girl who wanders alone now has a companion, flying above the rose-peaked clouds as their ashes color the ground.
(Perhaps.)
And maybe, just maybe, a white rose has its last petal flutter to the ground.
(This is your choice-make it a dream or a reality.)
And perhaps, two souls finally find solace in each other.
(But this is your choice, and your only-Is this a fantasy?
We will never know.)
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Thank you for reading, and please review! :) If you have any requests, please have a plot to go along with it!