I felt his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and breathed in his wonderful scent. It was magical. My feet dug into the soft sand of the beach. The tide was coming in. I could feel the bubbles slowly rising around my ankles. The ocean breeze blew soft and sweet over us. I was aware of the eyes gazing down at us through the windows of the house. The money being passed as bets were confirmed. But I didn't care. But then of course, our first kiss had to be ruined.
I felt his hands that been ever so peacefully resting on my shoulders tense up. He started to fall back, to slip away from me. I didn't have time to catch him. My one true love fell into the wet sand. I heard gasps and some Apollo kid ran from the big house. I held up my hand to make him stay back.
He looked up into my eyes and a tear slowly fell from my cheek. We both knew what was happening. He gulped. My whole body shook with fear as his hands slowly wrapped around the back of my head.
He pulled me down toward him one last time and our lips met again. My face was wet with tears and his was ice cold. Then something happened. Something… I'm not sure how I could tell it happened. Maybe because his lips stop that slight movement. Maybe because his hands slowly slipped from behind my head. I don't really like to think about it…
Then multiple things popped into my head. 1- I was kissing a dead boy. 2- What made him die in the first place? 3- Am I going to die? Last and defiantly most important 4- The love of my life was dead.
Shakily I drew away and sat back into the shallow water. The tear drops on my cheeks began to double. I heard shouting, some more voices beginning to cry, people seeing if there was some way to bring him back.
I rose. Another thought had just then come into my mind. And now I knew just what to do.
"I am so sorry" I heard a voice say. Maybe it was Thalia. I didn't care. I attempted to mumble something but I'm not sure she heard.
I began to slowly walk toward my cabin. I knew there was going to be a huge funeral soon. He was poplar. Was.
He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. Over and over the thought played in my head. No. NO. Please NO! I shooed that from my head. Deal with it, I told myself. Go through with your plan. No matter what happens, keep doing it.
Thunder rumbled. Rain started to pour. To think just a few minutes ago it was so happy. So happy. I didn't think I would ever be happy again. My heart was in too many pieces. I reached my cabin.
Any normal girl would sit down on her bunk and cry for hours. I am not a normal girl. I am Annabeth Chase, and this is the time Percy Jackson, my love, the greatest Greek hero of all time, died.