(A/N: This is sort of random, and the characters are probably out of character, but I like it. Enjoy…if you can.)

Endless Cycle

Every night, Percy and Annabeth had the same conversation.

Every night, Annabeth would ask in a timid voice that didn't sound like her own, "Percy, do you love me?"

And every night, Percy would hug Annabeth, kiss the top of her head, and assure her in a calm voice, "Yes, Annabeth, I love you."

Percy wasn't complaining about this. It was nice to have Annabeth's body against his, nice to have a person to promise things to, nice to have the certainty that every night, they would have this conversation, no matter what else happened.

One night, just like every other night, Annabeth started to ask "Percy?"

Percy grinned at her. "Yes, Annabeth. I love you."

"I know that," Annabeth whispered in an even tinier voice, biting her bottom lip. "But…do I love you?"

With those words, their endless cycle, their conversation, the only thing Percy could count on came crashing down.

(A/N: For some reason I'm really paranoid about the response I'm going to get for this. Reviews are love…I hope.)