a/n: hallowww im back

i know like years of inactivity and i decide to write prompts and shat

yeah

so um im gonna be super inactive on fictionpress because this summer i've just been burying myself in fandoms and fanfics so its like I MUST FOLLOW THE CALL OF THE FANGIRL

so yeah

lets get this party started

ALSO I SWEAR THE NEXT CHAPTER IS HAPPIER

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prompt- unraveling at the seams

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It is because she knew that time couldn't heal all wounds, and Percy is suffering.

Gaia is a long-forgotten memory and Kronos like a distant fairytale land, but the amount of loss he suffered would never leave him.

She knows that she loves him unconditionally and he loves her too, but he still keeps his walls up and won't let her in. He smiles and nods and says, "Annabeth, I'm fine," but she knows better.

It's in the way he holds himself, it's in the way he gazes off into the distance, in the way he screams in his sleep, slashing at unseen foes in his nightmares; it's in the way he smiles with just a barely noticeable trace of melancholy and loss.

Annabeth knows a thing or two about loss. When the truth that her family would forever ostracized her, never accepting her and how dysfunctional they are, it crushes her. So she runs away.

She then meets Luke and Thalia. For a while, everything seems alright. She has a family. A place to be. So it's all okay.

Then she loses Thalia. She can still remember the way she cried, the way Luke had to drag her and Grover up the hill, the way her friend's silhouette is an flickering beam of electricity in a mass of darkness, the way she loses her family all over again.

Then she slowly finds a new home in Luke.

Then he defects and this time she's not sure if she can handle the loss. Then she finally loses Luke, and it's like she might as well throw herself off Mount Olympus.

But, time and time again, she realizes Percy has saved her and been her home for all four years.

So she finds him, and they're happy.

But Percy suffers from the end of the war. From Leo, his regrets about Calypso, from every single tragedy and casualty. It's far too much of a burden for any 17-year old person to bear.

And so when he's screaming, shaking with silent tears rolling down his face, she holds him tight and hugs him and lets him cry on her shoulder. And she says, "I won't leave you, Seaweed Brain. I'm always going to be there."

And he says, "I know."