Here have some Percabeth feels
~The Neek
Every where she went, there were signs. Signs of him. An empty chair, an empty table, an empty feeling inside herself.
It was worse than last time he had gone missing, this time he had just disappeared.
People told her that he would be fine. She put up a brave face to this saying yeah, they were right, coercing herself into believing it.
But she couldn't. Late at night she would cry, silently. Rubbing the tears into her eyes.
She could no longer sleep. She needed someone there with her.
Some days she would forget about it all. Pretend that she was just a regular high school mortal.
She could never trick herself for that long.
Other days she would work on the Argo II keeping her mind off him.
Then some one would say something and she would crack. Fall harsh on the ground her smile gone for a second, then the determination do do something would kick in.
The problem was not knowing. Knowledge was what she prized the most. And that was what she didn't have.
Some days she would grill the roman for information. But he couldn't remember much. And even what he did couldn't satisfy her thirst for knowledge, her inability not to know.
One a week she would go talk to his mother. Wishing for news. They shared stories sometimes. Other times they would just sit poised by the phone hoping he would call. He didn't.
The only signs of him she could see were the ones he'd left behind.
Sorry, I was feeling a bit crappy a while ago, so wrote this.
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