A/N: This is just something I had on my mind, and I needed to write it down. I don't own anything, PJO, or Close by Rascal Flatts. And for the record, I know Annabeth (who is the protagonist of this) might be kind of OOC, but the circumstances of the story will explain that, I hope.
It's just another simple voicemail message
I'll pick you up and we'll do dinner by the fire
And we'll just watch it snow
It's from a year ago
She sat on the couch in silence. Silence was something she'd gotten used to over the past year. It was her only comfort now, since he wasn't here to do anything about it anymore. Ever since that day, she seemed to remember every word he'd ever said, especially to her.
Baby I love you and I can't wait to see you tonight
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
She pushes nine to save
She still can't erase
She couldn't take away the memories of him, no matter how much she tried. The messages he'd left her back then, during those happy times. She couldn't count how many people had tried to help, tried to tell her to move on. It was all just background noise.
Cause it makes her feel close
Makes her smile it's like he's with her almost
Till the tears take over she's still in hell
But she tells herself she's ready to let him go
Cause that makes her feel close
She'd cried a lot at first, but eventually she willed herself not to. She didn't think he'd have wanted that. She tried to tell herself to move on, because it was all in the past, and she was still alive, she had a life to live. Sometimes, she felt so close, even if she knew it was so far.
It's just a worn out Notre Dame t-shirt
She's gotten mad and tried to throw that
Thing away at least a hundred times
But she's got it on tonight
She wore the shirt more than she ought to, but it reminded her of him more than anything else. She had the same one, bright orange, with Camp Half-Blood printed on the front. She never wore hers anymore though. His always smelled like the sea, though it had begun to fade by now, with him not here to wear it again.
He used to wear it on the weekend just running around
Why he forgot he even left it behind
She says it keeps her warm
Oh, but it's so much more
It was more than a shirt, it was a memory. A memory of what her life used to like…happy, carefree. Only a memory, as much as she wished it could be her present, her future. But it wouldn't be that way. Not now, or ever.
It makes her feel close
Makes her smile it's like he's with her almost
Till the tears take over
She's still in hell
But she tells herself
She's ready to let him go
Cause that makes her feel close
He'd told her to let him go, because they would meet again someday. She'd waited a year for that day to come, and how many more would she wait? He'd done what he had to do, he'd fulfilled the prophecy. It never said he had to die, but that's what it had come to.
Just sayin' goodbye
Getting on with her life
Maybe give love another try
One more try
One more try
She'd given it another try, but it was never the same. Neither of them had ever said those three words, but she felt they might've at some point. But she would never know, and that was what hurt most. She would never know if he'd loved her.
It makes her feel close
Makes her smile it's like he's with her almost
Till the tears take over
She's still in hell
But she tells herself
She's ready to let him go
Cause that makes her feel close
It makes her feel close
It makes her feel close
Makes her feel close
It's just a worn out Notre Dame t-shirt
She's gotten mad and tried to throw that
Thing away at least a hundred times
But she's got it on tonight
Tonight, and every few nights, it would bring her back. Back to the times when they were so close, and they'd had each other. She wished it were different, and the same realization dawned on her again. It couldn't be.
A/N: Any reviews are appreciated, good or bad.