First PJO drabble. Would have included her feelings on Percy and her doubts but then it would have been over the word limit.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, RR does.

Liar, Liar

Whenever she thinks back to that moment when he'd turned to her, dying, a question in his blue eyes and on his cracked lips ("Annabeth, did you ever love me?"), she hopes – prays even – that the Gods will forgive her for lying. (And she still remembers the feel of his rapidly cooling hand which he'd curled around her own.)

Because although she'd answered, "You were like a brother to me, Luke, but I didn't love you," She'd been thinking, yes, yes I did – I still do…

Even after everything she had still loved him… and now, he would never know.