Drabble: Resentment
I had just killed Kronos, the King of all Titans, and yet I couldn't feel completely happy. I mean sure, I was pleased with myself, I mean who wouldn't? I, Percy Jackson, actually defeated the Titan King and made it out alive. Even Hercules didn't do that. But as I watched Annabeth and Luke's interaction I couldn't stop the pang of sadness that surged through me.
Annabeth sniffled. "You always pushed yourself too hard." She was shedding tears for Luke, the traitor.
I watched as Luke held up his charred hand. Annabeth touched his fingertips gently with her own and I knew what I had been trying desperately to deny. Annabeth loved Luke. Even after everything he's done to her and all the pain he put her through, she still loved him. Even though he broke every promise he ever made to her and turned his back against all of camp-half blood and plotted to kill them all, she still loved him.
"Did you . . ." Luke coughed and his lips glistened red. "Did you love me?" I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, for I knew what her answer was going to be before she said it. Of course she loved him, she made that clear with everything she did or said. He smiled un-humorously, and closed his eyes once more remembering the time she had kissed him in Labrythith again.
I couldn't help the feeling of disappointment and resentment that washed over me. I guess I won't be getting that kiss after all.