Moral Rehabilitation

"Tomorrow comes too soon for me to be able to move on from yesterday"

Pecy still could not believe how much his life had changed in the course of one year. Just one year before things were so different from what the are now. His life wasn't great, it never was, but it was so much better from this state of emptyness his heart was stuck.

His grip tightened around annabeth's dying body."please wise girl, don't leave me,hold on ,please" he whispered to her. For Percy the battlefield was eerily silent. The giant war was won but with a great cost. Demigods were mourning silently their lost family and their lost friends, others were crying over dead bodies while yelling desperately their the only person Percy was able to see was Annabeth in his arms and the only sound he could hear was her last words that she whispered to his ear using all the strength she had left.

"Percy, I'm so sorry..." she started"No,no Annabeth please don't..." he gently put her fingertips on his lips, silently commanding him to shut up."Percy you have to promise me that you will try to move on,don't you dare give up,please don't do something stupid seaweed brain,I love you..."she told him."I love you too" he answered but it didn't seem enough. She gave him a soft smile , her intelligent grey eyes sparkling with the life they once held and then they went completely still as her heart stopped beating. He kissed them close.

Suddently Percy's whole world lost all of it's colour. He didn't cry,he didn't yell or screamed. He just felt empty. On the trip back to camp half-blood he was constantly looking behind his shoulder so sure that he would find Annabeth but she was never there.

Finally after watching her shroud burning, the fact that he would never see her again sinked in. He barely ate anymore and only upon Grover's or Clarrisse's insistence. He dedicated most of his time in teaching the other campers sword-fighting and pegasus-riding. The limited free time he had was spend in the ocean but his father's embrace wasn't as comforting as it used to be.

His friends were all worried for him,he could tell, but they approached him like someone would approach a wounded wolf. When they were talking to him they were always on edge like they were expecting him to bring his sword out and start slashing throats or break down and start sobbing. The Romans had returned to camp Jupiter except for Jason who wanted to stay with Piper. Leo was on a quest to save someone. Percy didn't care enough to ask for details.

And that's what his problem was. He didn't care. For anything. Someone could start a fire here on camp half-blood, his home and he wouldn't do anything but watching with a stoic face. It seemed that that was the only expression his face could form to nowadays, stoic. Not happy, not sad, not angry or bitter just stoic. He was losing himself and he was transforming into a cold-hearted uncaring and unfeeling something. Deep down he knew that that something was going to be destroying, not for him but for every one else around him.

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Sorry for the short length , the next chapters will be longer.