Okay peeps, it's Nightmares again, and this is a Percy Jackson fanfiction… obviously. I think I'm pretty good at writing Percy Jackson all depressed and crap. I mean, he hangs with the son of the God of Death, he can be emo… right?

Percy's 17 in this, and I modified Nico's age, making him 17 but a few months younger than Percy. Bianca's alive in this story and she's like 20, Thalia's 20 also and they're roommates in college. Annabeth is 16 and she's in the same grade as Nico and Percy just younger than them because she's so smart and she broke up with Percy. Uh… let's think… Jason is 16 but a sophomore not a junior like Percy and company, Leo and Piper are dating and the same age as Jason, unlike Frank and Hazel who is Nico and Bianca's adopted sister, that couple are juniors. Nico's really protective of her also so.. Oh! I almost forgot Clarisse and Chris and Silena and Beckendorf are in college like Thalia and Bianca. Silena and Clarisse are roommates (Dear gods!) and Chris and Beckendorf are roommates. Um, Grover is some 19 year old kid who lives in Percy's apartment building with his environmentalist girlfriend Juniper, um he hangs with Nico, Rachel (Who's the same age as them) and Hazel and Frank and the Stolls and an OC named Riley who has a crush on Nico.

Okay, I think I covered all the bases… right?

Wrong… I forgot Luke. He's like an evil guy who terrorizing all of them I guess he's the son of a teacher at the college so he's always there and he's a senior friend of Octavian's who's actually Rachel's stepbrother. Um…. Yeah. And no demigod crap… they're just normal people and Percy's a swim team jock… cool right?

Also, I purposely did this ridiculous messed up tense thing at the end of this. I did it specifically because Percy was all screwed up in the head when this was happening. And all the rambling was totally just him being drunk on love so don't think that's how I just write normally.

Prologue

The waves were crashing against the shore of the beach, the sky was churning and everything inside of Percy told him today would be something to remember. He and Annabeth were sharing the cabin he usually goes to with his mother which was something incredible alone. It was perfect to him.

She was perfect to him.

He loved the way her blonde hair seemed brighter than ever even after he'd been in love with her for 5 years. He loved the way it curled at the ends like a princess's. He loved the way she went from "cute" to seriously beautiful. He loved her laugh, her smiles, her eyes. Yes, he especially loved her eyes. They showed every emotion she felt, and he could feel it too when he looked into those stormy orbs. When she was sad it looked like one of those depressing rains that make the outside world bleak and gray. When she was happy they were almost a translucent white that was a blinding brightness. He loved how she could beat him in every competition on this planet, except swimming, and he loved how she never mentioned how slow he still read. She was his everything. He loved her… he had since he was twelve. He loved that he could go on for this long just naming the random things he loved about her.

He breathed her in like air too. He could be himself around her. He didn't need to pretend he was smooth and cool like he did at school. He could be his nervous, blushing self around her and she'd still love him. She had to. She had to love him because he needed her. She helped clear his mind like the water did, maybe even better.

"I-I can't do this anymore." She says. Her princess curled hair bounced in the whipping wind. Her stormy eyes resembled the night outside, he couldn't help but notice. She was worried, tortured even.

"Do what?" he asks, suddenly nervous, jittery.

"I can't… lie like this. I can't tell everyone that I'm so happy like this anymore."

"What?"

"I love you, Percy… I really do," she sighs. There is a strange constricting feeling in his chest and it's getting tighter, closing in like some kind of killer tie or something, "but I- you- I… We have to break up. I don't want to say this, trust me, but you're holding me back Perce. I got early admission to Yale! Can you believe it? And I think it'd be easier if we split now." she blurts. Once she got her courage she hadn't stopped and all these words were stuck inside his skull all mixed up like alphabet soup. He can't hear anything, his heart wasn't beating, he wasn't breathing or blinking. He was there but he wasn't there. She didn't want him anymore, she didn't need him anymore. She had Yale, she had early admissions.

"What?" he croaks again. His eyes are stinging and his ears are ringing and he can't function at all. His throat had long since closed all the way up, some kind of horrible fog sticking in his mouth like cotton balls, making it hard for him to speak at all.

"Goodbye Percy. I will love you… forever. And maybe, when I graduate, we can- we can start over?" she asks. He is suddenly consumed by this horrible red… blur, this haze. This fury that was running through his veins like they were in a race.

"No." he says, his voice sure and final. He knows, that after she leaves, after she walks away, discarding him like something she no longer needs (because that's what he is), that he will never forgive her. There will always be this horrible disgusting hole that he won't ever be able to fill all because of her. She will change and he will need his Annie and she won't be there. So no, he won't take some girl who will replace her.

He'd rather drown.