Wishful Thinking

A/N:1 – This is my first Percy Jackson fic. I can safely say it is a drabble. Written for Songfest Challenge. In the 'Percy Jackson and The Land of Writing' forum (PJTLOW)

Song: Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran

Explanation: When I first heard this song, I felt it was from a broken heart who wanted another chance with his love of life.

Summary: Sometimes all you need is a second chance at love... But all you get to do is wishful thinking

You sit on the stool of the bar. It would have been uncomfortable on a regular day but with alcohol in your system, it seems you wouldn't know the difference between pain and pleasure. There is a distinct sound of laughter beside you and you know that laugh. You feel a stab in your chest, because you know you are not the reason of that laugh. It has been a while since you last saw her. After the great adventure ended, the war within started. After numerous fights, she decided you two were better on your separate ways. You don't blame her, because it was you who messed up. You went with Reyna when you should have stayed by her side. She was broken then.

You used to think she loved you. You wonder if she still loves you. But you had your chance and you messed up. You angle your face in hopes to see her. Your heart skips a beat. Even in the dim light of the bar you can see her blond curls accentuating her face. Her lips are moulded in a beautiful smile. She was here with her friends, smiling and laughing. Her grey eyes twinkle with humor and you wonder if she has really moved on and forgotten you?

You convince yourself that you've moved on. You convince yourself you don't love her. You convince yourself, you don't need her.

Wishful thinking.

She always assumed that something was going on between you and Reyna, it wasn't. You were Reyna's partner. The Roman Camp needed you, you chose your priorities.

She didn't like them.

You look for the courage within you to go and talk to her but you don't find it. You always knew you would meet her when you return. But part of your mind always wanted to avoid that meeting.

"Annabeth" You whisper so low that even you cannot hear it clearly. But she hears, even from half-way across the room. She turns her face to look directly at you. Her eyes are wide in surprise. She didn't even know you were in America. She looks hurt, maybe by the fact that you returned without even informing her.

You sigh. Wishful thinking, that is all it was, wasn't it?

You wonder again if she still loves you.

Because deep down under the brave facade you pull up, you still do. And all you want is her love.

Word Count: 390