i. watch my dreams come to life
see my sea
(at the end, i'll be crying out our fears)
"Look into my eyes," she said.
"Why?"
"Because . . ." she started.
"Because what? Annabeth, please tell me what's wrong. I want to help. Please let me in."
"Oh, never mind," she sighs and turns away, "you're just a dream anyway. I'll wake up in the morning and you'll be gone saving worlds because of the prophecy and you'll just leave me here because you don't know."
"Don't know?" he cries. "What don't I know?"
"I told you, it's not real. Doesn't matter anyways. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
"Was . . . that Harry Potter?"
"Yes."
"Annabeth, I might not be real but I assure you I can listen. You don't have to be real to give advice."
"Forget it. You're just like him."
"Like what about him? I know you're not used to dealing with emotions but how bad would the circumstances end up if you told me something anyways?"
"Look, this is a dream. A demigod dream. Those are always nightmares. This will end up being one too."
"I . . . get it," he says, slowly. "The nightmares don't stop when you get up, do they?"
"No . . ." she starts to sob, "they don't. And that's what your stupid little imaginary head will never understand."
"Annabeth," he tells her, "I'm real. Don't you understand?"
"What . . . no! You're not," but when he wraps an arm around her it feels so . . . real and she wants to believe.
"I am, trust me."
"Trust you?" she laughs, dry humor neither of them thinks is funny. "Percy, I trust you with my whole heart. I'm just afraid that you'll break it."
"Wise Girl, look into my eyes."
"I am. So what?"
"Do you see the color?"
"Yeah. Green. Blue-ish. The way they always are."
"What do you see in my eyes?"
"The sea. I see the sea."
"Do you understand now?"
"Percy . . . don't die out there."
my attempt at the hundred drabbles challenge. these will all be angsty. they will be at least a hundred words long. and the updates will . . . i'll try to publish once a day. it probably won't happen, though. review!
-Dee