She longs to see his sea green eyes, to hear his light, cheerful laughter. To see him smile, like in the photo she's holding. He's never been gone so long, ever since he returned from Calypso's island, and she can't shake the feeling that something has happened to him.
Clouded with worry, her mind's having trouble focusing on anything else. She can't even bring herself to care about the anxious glances that everyone keeps giving her.
She knows she's a mess, but she can't bring herself to care. Her long blond hair's in disarray, and her clothes are messy. She leans against the wall, staring straight ahead, seeing nothing. Those gray eyes, usually fierce and determined, are clouded with worry.
She's usually not so weak, but this is a side of Annabeth Chase that no one sees. Something that she tries harder that anything to hide. When everyone's gone,no one's watching, that's how she is. Broken.
Even the strongest have times when they are weak.