AN: This is a Perico fic, so if you don't like it, turn back. This kinda just flew out of no where and hit me in the face. Sorry for the shortness.
I finally said it.
After several years of holding back how I felt for Percy, it finally all came flooding out of me.
And I regret it.
Everything was going so well, we were best friends, we had each other's back, we had inside jokes, and most importantly, we trusted each other.
Then I had to go and blab to him about my feelings, and our friendship went down the drain. Suddenly, he started to become a colder person to me, which didn't help the fact that I was already a loner and didn't have any close friends that I trusted as much as him. We still hung out, sure, but it was more like I was with him and his friends, and we never really talked directly to each other.
I tried to stay casual, and act the same as always, in hopes that he would do the same. I would insistently tease him and Annabeth about being the greatest couple ever and mutter, "Percabeth..." every time I passed by them. I would go through all our inside jokes and everything, and he would laugh, but I wouldn't get a genuine reaction.
Annabeth and Grover watched me worriedly, but I scoffed off their attempts at trying to comfort me. The only thing that would really make me feel better would be if we could just go back. Go back to the time where all was peaceful and calm; go back to the time where we were best friends.
But of course, no one can do that. Keeping my silence would have been the best choice, but there's no use in beating myself up. Things will never be the same between us, and they'll never go back to the days where we could lie back to back, and not worry about my heart beating erratically.
And there it is.
Yours Truly,
Cutie/Angel