Hey guys! Here is a story I've been working on. I haven't edited it yet, so tell me how you feel about this. If you guys enjoy this, I'll add more chapters to it.

Prologue:

She broke up with him months ago, but his disregarded black hoodie lays limply in the back of her closet. Every morning she fights back a tang of melancholy and regret, clutching the soft hoodie he'd worn religiously since he was twelve against her chest, and wondered bitterly how it fit him—twenty four years old, filled out and 6"2. She holds it tight, remembering the bittersweet smell of the ocean and cookies, his sea-green eyes and adoring crooked smile that would light up her soul. Without him, she felt lost and helpless.

Taking a deep, labored breath, Annabeth signed the contract.

This is it. She thought. This is what you wanted. But then why—why did she feel as if she was permitting her own death, why did she feel so hopeless and so confused. This apartment, which she once called home, carried to many painful memories of him. Now, she glanced at the empty apartment, stacked with cardboard boxes and she regrets it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't let go, she couldn't bring herself to move and sell this apartment to some random person who would never understand. She was trapped and she caused this to herself. Annabeth tried to reason with herself. I have an auspicious job offer in San Francisco. I can be with my dad, follow my dream as an architect, and try to forget about him. But she didn't want to do it all without him. She sighs again, and heads toward her room to clean out her closet. She starts with her shirts, and finds her orange camp shirt. It's wrinkled and stained, but it shakes her nonetheless. She hasn't been to camp, ever since… No, she wouldn't think about it. But oh my gods, how she misses it. She shakes her head, attempting to clear her head. She looks even further, and sorts some old junk into some cardboard boxes. Until she comes across it. At first, it seems like a normal black hoodie. But then she realizes. It's his. Memories overwhelm her, forcing her to remember before she shut herself out. She recalls his beautiful, joyful sea-green eyes that she loved, oh so much. She remembers his lean build, tousled black hair, and his laugh. Stop. She tells herself. Stop. But she can't.

She feels the urge, coming stronger than ever. All she wants to do is whisper his name. To remember. So she does.

"Percy." She whispers. And the memories come in a tsunami, overwhelming her. Why the gods had she broke up with him, what in Tartarus was wrong with her. She remembers when he takes the sky for her, when he goes through Tartarus with her, when he gives up immortality for her, when he shows her his Achilles heel and his lifeline. And all she ever did to pay him back was take a knife for him and break his heart. All because she was too scared that she didn't deserve him. That she was too scared of the future, to scared of what was to come. To scared that she put him in danger. And now it was over. She screamed in frustration, as tears began pooling her once alive and jubilant gray eyes, and she begins to sob. Terrible, heart-wrenching sobs, thinking that the only thing she wants in the whole world right now was Percy in her arms.

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Hey Guys! I just Hope you enjoyed this short chapter. Anyways, if you would like me to write another chapter, let me know. I don't know about you but this chapter gave me the feels. Don't worry, it'll get better. See you guys next time!