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Annabeth POV
You never know what you have until you've lost it. When most people recite that line, they're talking about someone else. It's obvious, just go look at a teenage girls twitter feed for evidence. My whole life I only needed myself, I would hold my own hand when things got ugly. Mom left physically when I was seven, and Dad stayed but his mind and heart went with her. I got used to being on my own, so when He entered my life, I didn't know what to do.
I sat next to him in biology. The teacher assigned us our seats, and somehow the stars aligned and he was next to me. We never really talked at first, and if we did, it was an apology for brushing elbows or asking what page we were on. But then one day we did talk. And we talked again the day after that. And I realized that he understood me better than anyone else ever had, and he liked me for who I was.
We became close. Not only did we talk in biology, but he walked me to my classes, and would eat lunch with me under the big willow tree in the quad. I realized that he had a beautiful mind, and beautiful things to say about the world. He saw it exactly the same way that I did. We agreed on most things, but if we didn't, it was okay.
Eventually, he invited me into his home. His mom opened her arms to me, and welcomed me into a world that I never knew existed. There was love, and trust, and an abundance of blue chocolate chip cookies. She hugged me like I always dreamed my mother would, and I received more parental affection from her in one hour than I had ever seen in my whole life. And then there was him, and he cared about what I had to say, and honestly, that meant more than anything.
I helped him with his homework, because he was a Seaweed Brain, but I was his Wise Girl. He introduced me to the world of vinyl, and shared with me his vast collection of records. I didn't realize beforehand that music had the power to change a life. He showed me songs that reminded me of my happiest days—usually spent with him, and songs that brought back memories of my darkest times.
I didn't realize that I was falling in love with him, until it was too late. There were moments that I thought he might love me back, but I would never confess. We kept on going the way we were going, and I continued to learn every little detail of his existence. His favorite color was blue, he made beats on his thigh while he drove, and he shows his happiness with a side smirk.
We began to spend even more time together, which I didn't know was possible. Except things were starting to change. Instead of greeting me with a side hug, it lingered. And he would hold my hand when he wasn't shifting gears. It seemed that we both were trying to find any and every excuse we could to be close to one another. In biology, he would put his hand on my thigh, and when we listened to his records, he would pull me close and we would dance in the middle of his bedroom.
That's when I realized I never lost anything, I only gained something. My whole life I thought when I let somebody in, I would lose myself. But I didn't lose myself, I found myself. And when he kissed me for the first time, I promised that I would never let him go. He made me feel comfortable in my own skin, he made me feel beautiful, and he made me feel loved. And it was even greater when we danced in the middle of his bedroom to vinyl records, and he said to me with a side smirk on his face,
"I love you, Annabeth Chase."
And I said,
"I love you, Percy Jackson."
Fin.