Okay so this is my first story (EVER) to be in third person form. I kind of like it, but I'm not sure just yet. So I was looking through some stories (My new obsession) and I found one writer who based their stories off of lyrics and also added them in the story. I LOVED the idea so I tried it. And this is how it turned out! Thank you to the author who did that(If you would like credit tell me). I also do have some ideas to continue the story with, but I'll only continue if I get 20+ reviews. So review if you like it! Song Used: Like We Used To-A Rocket To The Moon
You don't miss him at all, You don't miss him at all, you had told yourself this day after day for the last two weeks. Even though you tell yourself this, every night you find yourself sitting on your bed with Kleenex's all around with a tub of ice cream in your hand.
"Nothing is ever going to be the same again." You mumble to yourself as you watched a rerun of I Love Lucy.
You remembered Percy's breath on you as when fell asleep. You remembered that they shared the sheets you were in. You rub the warm blanket on your cheek. The tears come again. If only it were you in Percy's bed instead of the slut that took him away from you.
I could feel her breath as she's sleeping next to me
Sharing pillows and cold feet
She can feel my heart; fell asleep to its beat
Under blankets and warm sheets
If only I could be in that bed again
If only it were me instead of him
Your mind wanders to what they might be doing. Were they watching Percy's favorite movie? Were they wrapped up in a blanket on the couch? Does she love him the way you loved him? Does she hold him when he cries like you did? Does she tell him every day? Does she make him feel like he's invincible? Even if he almost already is. You laugh as you realize how much you're torturing yourself. Why are you doing this to yourself? You know that nothing will change and he won't come back. You look at the picture of you and Percy at the fair. Why hadn't you taken that down? Your arms are wrapped around Percy's neck and you're kissing his cheek. He's looking into the camera smiling. He had won you a big zebra-you thanked him to whole night. That same zebra still sat on your computer chair. Nothing seemed right without Percy. You can't sleep, you can't design because you have no inspiration, and you've gained five pounds because you've gone through three tubs of ice cream.
Your phone vibrates on your side table. It's Claire your sister. You let it go to voicemail because you know who and what she's going to talk about and you can't deal with that right now.
Does he watch your favorite movies?
Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts?
When you've seen it a million times
Does he sing to all your music?
While you dance to purple rain
Does he do all these things?
Like I used to?
Why is it me who always gets hurt, you think to yourself. This happens to much, but so does love. Percy was so different he was so loving, so kind, so caring, how could he do this to you? Maybe he didn't, you think. What if Grover was wrong? What if he was with a friend or with someone from camp? Had you just done something terrible to the man you loved? You can't take it back now, it's too late. You phone vibrates and it makes you jump. The caller ID had been the person you'd been longing to talk to since you last seen him.
"Hello?" You ask.
"Annabeth," The man sighs. "Annabeth, please listen. I-I didn't do anything. I would never ever hurt you like that. Please. . "
I know that love happens all the time, love
(I'm a sucker for that feeling)
You're on my mind, love
(I always end up feeling cheated)
And that happens all the time, love
(Oh darling, I know I'm not needed)
"But then why didn't you fight for me?" You ask your tears welling up in your eyes. "You let me leave and you didn't come after me. You didn't beg for forgiveness, you didn't ask how to make it up to me." You are now yelling, so you bring your voice down and breathe. "Did you not want me that bad? You didn't make me want to stay because you didn't call after me. Every night I wished you would have been throwing pebbles at my window calling my name. But you never did. I can't take those things back Percy. I'm sorry." You hang up the phone and throw it at the wall as you crawl back under the covers. Now you know you didn't need him all along. You were stronger than you thought; you just didn't realize you needed to.
