Feelings
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It was my entire fault. It was. No matter how many times Annabeth said it wasn't, I do feel guilty. I mean, who wouldn't feel guilty?
I'm the reason Luke is dead now. It was my fault. I gave him the knife. I easily could have decided not to give him the knife, but Olympus would have been 'razed', according to the prophecy. After all, I made the right choice. Everyone says so. But it makes me feel like the worst person ever. Even though everybody hails me as a hero of Olympus and everything, I feel bad. Guilty. Sad. Depressed. Those emotions rushed through me all at once, drowning me. I couldn't bear to be happy, even if I preserved Olympus by giving that knife to Luke and saved millions of lives. I have to pretend I'm feeling happy, glorious, but I'm not. I just can't feel so much as content when the thought of having killed Annabeth's brother in all but blood is in mind all the time.
At least I know Annabeth always loved Luke like a brother. But now she must hate me. I practically killed her brother. She must be furious at me. At least she knows he died as a hero and not as a traitor.
I'm sure that the next time I see Annabeth she'll have a knife in hand and prepared to kick my butt to Hades. And this time, there would be no returning.
Every hope I had in me about my feelings towards Annabeth had vanished. Well, not totally, but I don't think she could bear to see me again. I'm not even sure if she likes me. But another part in my mind says, "Of course she likes you, she kissed you in Mt. Saint Helens." It was true, but I think she did it just for luck. A lucky gift. But as I thought that, it felt wrong. It only feels right when I say she likes me.
It was pointless discussing this with myself. I know, it sounds a little weird, but hey! Who hasn't argued with themselves?
Stupid ADHD. First I was thinking about Luke and my guilt and then I wound up thinking about my feelings towards Annabeth.
And there I was, millions, no, billions of thoughts were in my head. Today was the day the Battle of Manhattan ended. I was in the dining pavilion watching the sunset, alone. Everybody else was somewhere in camp, luckily. I was alone.
After another 5 minutes of blaming myself for Luke's death, Annabeth entered and my first thought was 'Oh Gods, she is here to finish me off!' But then, I see her smiling with a cake in her hands. I never saw her smiling as happily as she was now.
And then, after we talked and kissed and then kissed again underwater, my mind changed completely. She isn't furious at me for giving the knife to Luke. And every bad feeling I had moments ago was gone. It is astonishing how a person can change you, or make your day, or cheer you up, even if they aren't trying to, and that was one of the many things I loved most about Annabeth.
She was able to cheer me up even in the darkest of times. She was able to make my day even if she wasn't trying to. She was able to change my mind within seconds. But most of all she was able to forgive. And I love her for that, and so many more things.
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