Smash! Another pot fell dangerously close to where Percy's hand had been merely a millisecond ago. 'Annabeth! Stop! That was too close!'
Annabeth just screamed and aimed another plate, this time it landed and cracks right above percy's head, spraying him with dust and broken pieces. 'Shut UP PERCY! That's all you ever do, TALK!' She paused to pick up another stack of plates, these were glass.
'Why-can't-you-do-anything-right?!' she screamed at him, punctuating every word by throwing a really well aimed plate at her completely bewildered husband.
'Why can't you just tell me what's wrong Annabeth?!'
'Tell you? YOU. WANT. ME. TO. TELL YOU?! OH alright! I'll TELL YOU! You never think about me! All you've ever cared about since that stupid war was going around fighting monsters! And when you're not fighting those stupid monsters, you're working! You didn't even think of me did you!?' Annabeth stopped screaming and started crying, her face red and her chest heaving up and down, breathing hard.
'I'm fighting monsters so the entire world can be safe! We don't want another end-of-the-world disaster do we?! And I'm working so we can have money! Why can't you see that? I'm doing all of this because I-'
'Don't say it percy.' Annabeth cut in quietly. She sniffed and stood up from where she had fallen to the ground. 'I'm sorry percy. I can't deal with this anymore. I…I just can't take it.'
She turned and grabbed the bag that had been at the door for months, turning around, she whispered, 'I love you' and ran out the door. The cold winter air blew into the house, where a shattered and speechless Percy stood, alone on the night of his first wedding anniversary.
