Don't Go
Percy/Annabeth
The tears were coming, harder now, rolling down off my cheeks as I sobbed out a ragged breath and sank to the floor, leaning up against the wall. Five years. Five years! And no. He goes of with that mortal after five years. I took one of my shoes off and threw it at the wall where a picture of us hung. There we were, sitting at the fireworks beach, sandals thrown casually aside as we crossed eyes and slapped each other. Who was I kidding? That boy was my life, and he thought of me as just a friend. Obviously.
"Annabeth?"
It was him. I looked away, but this is him we're talking about. He walked over and sat down next to me.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly. Gods, no. I wouldn't break down again. I wiped my tears and looked at his chest, not willing to meet the twin hypnotists residing just below his eyebrows.
"Annabeth, I... please, Annabeth-" He began.
This was it. I was done for, I thought as a fresh wave of tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Shh, no. Don't cry." He wiped them away, resting his head on mine. I leaned into him, enjoying the embrace despite my despair. Mm. Percy. "Don't go.."
"I won't. I promise you, I won't."