She laughs coldy as she casts a horrible spell on her two targets. By doing so, she's shattering a force of true love between them. They, being the boy with the mesmerizing sea green eyes and messy hair that'll make any girl go mad, and the girl with the golden halo of curls and stormy gray eyes. The reason he is not hers. With a simple flick of a finger, the force of love is shattered. The insistant lapping waves not a calm still pond. The two are seperated and forced to forget it all - Every kiss, every I love you, everything but a name and a face. How could this hurt them, you may be asking. They won't remember! Oh, clueless mortals, it's not that simple. It's much more devious and cruel. You see, the one cursing them is a victim of a broken heart. Brokenhearted could be a potion for cruelty. It can turn even the sweetest of honey bitter and cold. But eventually, it subdues into sadness. And sometimes we try and make our sadness and grief with the anger buried deep inside. What has she done to them?
No chance to say goodbye, no last kiss. Just tear them apart, throw their love into the abyss. They'll find a way, no matter how many days it takes. Your magic's not enough to burn this promise. What has she done? what brokenhearted does...
Annabeth lays in her bed, in her tiny apartment, with her face in a pillow, wishing she was dead, listening to the street noise and music in the background. She thinks she's had the same CD on for months. She doesn't even know how long she's been there, drowning in her angst and depression. A day? A week? Longer? She slides out of bed and rolls onto the floor with a thud. She stares at the blank ceiling and can't help but think how much it resembles her life-empty and blank. She feels her stomache and decides to give up on starving to death. She hasn't eaten for weeks and she's still alive, so why not eat? She gets up and starts making her way towards the kitchen. She almost screams when she sets foot on the tile floor because it's so cold. It's August and she's been sitting by the open window, covered in blankets for gods know how long. She opens the fridge and looks inside. Expired. Expired. Expired. Eventually, she just settles for a can of soup. She opens the can, pours the soup in a pot, and turns the stove on. While waiting for it to heat up, she realizes how much of a mess her apartment is. She also thinks of Percy Jackson, and curses herself for wishing he as there, in her arms. Her hands emedietly grab the collar of her ratty T-shirt, and she pulse on it so hard it rips, strait down the middle, so her shirt is half torn off. She takes deep breaths trying to calm herself. darn you, tears! she thinks as her vision starts to blurr. The soup is boiling now, so she turns the stove off and grabs a spoon. She walks back to her bed and sets the pot down on her nightstand with a clank. For a while she just stirs it with a spoon and stares at it, then she finally takes a bite, and screams with her mouth full and almost spews soup everywhere. The bowl goes crashing to the floor and shatters sending soup all over the floor. Hops out of bed and grabs a glass of...something off of the counter, gulping it down trying to cool her mouth off. She wipes her mouth with her sleeve and touches her tongue with her finger. ...then she sees he reflection in the glass: she looks like a zombie. Her hair is matted down and uneven, and her curls have flattened. Her face is thin and pale, and there are dark circles under her eyes. ''Oh my gods...'' she breaths. She puts the glass down, and crosses to the old mirror. She gasps. She can see herself even clearer now. Her clothes are wrinkled and damp,her shirt is was half torn off, so you can see multiple scars. She puts a hand over her mouth in disbelief. ''What's happened to me? Dear gods, why can't I just die instead of being tortured? I've ruined myself...'' she weeps. And she sinks to her knees, and buries her face in her hands. ''Why would you take my love away? Why?'' She hugs an old pillow and weeps into it, wishing her love was there to hold her.
It's sundown now, and her pillow is soaked with tears. She still sits in front of her mirror, and when she looks up she sees her boney face traced with tears, and realizes just how weak and lonely she is. Her head throbs from crying so much. She's so desperetally lonely she can't stand it. Her family and friends tried to help her, but she shut them out, along with the rest of the world. Because all she really wanted was her Seaweed brain... she wonders if he ever thinks of her like this. Of course he does. That's exactly what the Queen of ogygia wanted. They both know about the curse. They've tried to break it, they've tried seeing each other again. This is it- this is something not even they are strong enough to beat. Their hearts long for the other, and they miss each other desperetally, but they'll never love again. They've ran into each other mindlessly walking along the streets of New York, and and even written letters. But whenever they speak, let alone touch, every feeling they have for eachothern is gone with the wind. They meet eyes, and they're just two strangers who have never loved, yet she looks away and all she wants is to see him. Its almost like there's an invisible forcefeild keeping their love from reaching them.
I need you more than air, but I look into your eyes, and your nothing but a stranger.
They're cursed to fall out of love but forever have a broken heart. Oh, poor heart broken soul of the lonely island, what have you done?
Annabeth sits on her bed, surrounded by paper. In her hand she holds an old picture. In the picture is Percy Jackson and herself, at the campfire at camp half blood. All around her is letters to Percy that she never sent. She's tried to tell him she still loves Him through pen and paper hundreds of times, but the curse won't even let her heart decide to write a love letter. She'll never move on to someone else or stop loving him. Not deep down in her heart. no magic is stronger than the depths of a heart. She runs her thumb along the picture, the sweet memory of Percy, and her lips form a pained smile. It's so unbelievably bittersweet, this memory. Like hell glowing bright pink. She fixes her eyes on Percy, and lets herself be mesmorized by the beautiful sea green color of his eyes. The whole world closes in around it, and the tears revisit.
''I will get back to you, Percy,'' she whispers. ''We promised we would always find each other. I will see you. I will tell you I love you. Our love is stronger than this curse. I'll get you back. I swear on the Styx.''
Somewhere far away, Percy Jackson made nearly the same promise.