I knew that his heart was never with me. I always knew that. From the moment he looked at her, to the moment he touched her; I always knew that his heart was with her instead. I guess I wasn't enough. Even then, when was I ever enough? Tossed aside since young, when had I ever been truly loved? My parents had no time for me, and being the only child, I was always lonely. Then came Percy, and I knew that it all would change. Had I been wrong when I thought that?
I saw a boy, about fifteen years old. He was running from something, I don't know what. He seemed to be afraid, but there was a kind of recklessness in his eyes that I had rarely seen. His eyes, they were sea-green. Sea-green eyes, now where had I seen those before? His black hair was windblown. Suddenly there was a girl beside him. Blonde, disheveled hair and startling grey eyes were staring back at her. It bored into her skull and dug inside her soul. Then, I realized something. They were running in front of me, and I was behind them. Was I chasing them? Were they running from me?
I woke up in cold sweat. It was all a dream. With a shock I realized that the boy was Percy and the blonde was Annabeth. I rubbed my face wearily. Why was I having the same, repeated dream over and over again, and why was it always Annabeth and Percy? Annabeth wasn't looking afraid; she had a determined set of eyes that she always wore when she was competing. It was Percy that looked afraid. Shaking away my confused and muddled-up thoughts, I scrambled out of bed and dragged my feet to the toilet. I stared at myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my red hair. My face was a mess; my hair was a bird's nest. No wonder Percy won't even look at you. Sighing, I washed my face and brushed my teeth before grabbing breakfast.
On my way to the mess hall, I spotted Percy walking alone by the shore, kicking a pebble with his foot. I was about to approach him when a blonde girl rushed to his side and playfully pushed him. Percy was laughing. I had never seen him so happy before. Together, they walked hand in hand towards the mess hall. What a great way to start the day, I thought to myself. I trudged towards the mess hall alone, wallowing in self-pity. I patted myself on the back. I can't date now that I'm the Oracle, I reminded myself.