From Me to You
Letter One
Dear you,
We met what feels like a thousand years ago. At a summer camp in Long Island. We never really spoke, maybe a few words here and there, but there was always something between us. Something that made me want to hang out with you during free time. Something that made me want to sit next to you during campfire time. Something that made me want to talk to you.
You were always so quiet, so aloof from everyone else. You're only friend was Grover, and at one-point Charles and Luke. But after they left, all you had was Grover. I suppose you were fine with that. You never tried to make other friends. Of course, you had friends, but they didn't seem like … friends.
I guess I never had that many friends either. Sure, I had plenty of cabinmates, but out of all of them, Malcom was my only real friend. Whenever Grover wasn't with you, he was with me. Whenever I wasn't with Grover, I was with my cabin. You, unfortunately, didn't have any cabinmates. You spent your summer nights all alone.
Some nights, you'd climb up to your roof and just watch. Watch the sea, watch the strawberry fields. The woods and the sky. And on some nights, me. On the nights I climbed up to my cabin roof, you'd occasionally be there; three cabins away, watching me. And I'd watch you and we'd watch everything together until the (what we, the campers, called) "harpies" would come by, in which case we'd scurry down.
What were you thinking? Did you ever want to talk to me? Did you ever want to join me on my roof? If so, why didn't you? I wouldn't have stopped you. Then again, you could ask me the same thing.
In all reality, I have no idea why we never spoke to each other, or became friends. We shared the same best friend, we were both cabin counselors. I can only clearly remember two words. Two words on my last day of camp. We were sixteen.
"Good-bye, Annabeth."
I remember your voice and how indescribable it was. It reminded me of the ocean: calm, but holding back so much.
That day, before I left for California, I found a charm on my bunk bed. It was a red coral pendant. No note was left, but I knew it was from you. It smelled like the sea, with the slightest hint of the familiar strawberry scent that always breezed through the beach. How'd you get it? I added it to my camp necklace and I haven't taken it off since.
That was two years ago. Two years isn't really a long time, but it felt like a million years to me.
Now, as I write this, it's the first day of school at NYU. I walked into my history class and there you were, three rows in front of me, two seats to the right. Then I walked into my creative writing class and there you were again, this time watching me.
Your green eyes made me feel small and fourteen again, when we were in the woods and held each other's gaze until you heard Grover and walked away. I remembered your name and felt the coral pendant. Something in your eyes changed, something in my heart shifted.
I don't know when you'll receive this letter. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe never. I don't even know why I'm writing this letter. Perhaps I will send it to you, but I guess you won't really know. Neither will I.
Whatever the reason, I wrote this for a reason. When I saw you watching me, I couldn't help but think that maybe – just maybe – this was meant to happen.
Sincerely,
Me.
PLEASE READ:AN: Hi everyone! This is my new story, From Me to You. It's about a series of letters written by Percy and Annabeth to each other. Whether or not they send them to each other is up to you. Hope you enjoy!
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XOXO
Beth