The snow was heavy in New York during Christmas holidays, and it didn't surprise me when Central Park was covered in a glittering blanket of whiteness. As I took a sip from my coffee, through the twirling steam I saw excited children running around, making snow angels and castles, all the while screams of "Mommy" and "Daddy" rang throughout the ground. Some might consider that as an annoying business, raising a child, but I have always looked at it as satisfying and enjoyable, not that I had one of my own.

Not anymore.

Soon I walked away from the bustle of the underage, wherever I turned couples filled the place. No matter if they were teens or expecting, white-haired elderly or the newly-wedded, they still came out to share and celebrate this White Christmas. My fingers tightened around the paper cup in the hopes of warming up. I didn't feel sad or alone about this, contrary to the popular belief on being single on a Christmas Day. I was just as fine as one could ever be.

When I opened the door to my house, once again everything was a brilliant white. We had wanted a house that would last, one of marble and stone, of eternity. My eyes fell upon those sea green eyes and the laugh etched on his face, and despite everything, I smiled. For a moment, the ice in my heart melted, and memories of our honeymoon, days and nights spent as a freshly married couple returned, filling my heart with warmth. Instinctively, I took a step toward him. Clack. My body froze like it was thrown into the ocean in the pole, and my heart sunk as fast as an anchor.

The heels.

Reality hit me in the face as I silently closed the door, not saying a word, not cursing. There was no reason to. There was nothing to fight, or fight for. There were only the sea green eyes I have learned to love and the laugh I have committed to memory blooming on that handsome face,

In the frame,

On the shelf,

In front of Annabeth.

And, heart-brokenly

Out of reach.

A/N: So...another one-shot and no updates of PJO100. Um, you must hate me, right? And it's a sad story too. Oops. (But don't worry! I still haven't given up on PJO100!)

But I do hope you enjoyed reading it (probably not the fact that they are not together). It hurts to see them apart but I am considering making this one-shot a story, just 'coz I can't stand sad endings. Oh, well. (If I do, I'll rewrite this piece and improve things like how I just think of but didn't want to add 'coz I want this to be up tonight.)

Ah, yes, if you don't get it, Percy was not cheating or leaving Annabeth for another. If you really didn't get this, please, please leave a review and tell me. Let me know I made such a HUGE mistake. I'll thank you for a thousand years. And a thousand more. If you get it, please, please review my story too! Let me know you like it, or whatever.

Love,
Ciliegio (Finally, a pen name arrived...well, one of which the pronunciation I am not sure of and one that through Google Translate that,I think, means Cherry Blossom, a beautiful and famous flower from Japan.)
P.S. Those who read my other stories, though, do know my real name...lol
(3 Sep 2014 22:22)
P.S.S. I'm not kidding. It's really 22:22. LOL