It's short, so if you have complaints, please refrain from harsh and rude ones. I'm not very confident in this fanfiction, so please don't be harsh. (Gods I said harsh like two times...phooey.)But anyways, thank you for taking the time to look at this fanfiction!
PS: May take like once a week to update since in my life, I get a lot of homework. Yes, I am such a bragger. Now go eat a donut. And maybe two cookies. If you are really angry that I haven't even put anything interesting here, go and eat an apple. Or maybe candy.
Percy's POV:
I walked along the streets of Manhattan, dumbfounded and saddened. I felt a tear in my eyes, but I pushed it in. I needed to hold those feelings back. But my eyes were dull and I walked slowly to hope that Apollo would hurry up with the sunset. Too bad he probably ignored me. All of the people parted for me, and yet all I felt was bitterness. Was I really that much of a person that even mortals felt pity? I didn't know what I was doing, and all my world narrowed to was me and my footsteps, touching the ground. I felt a spark of sorrow in me when I remembered the day again, but I continued to hold it in. There was just a bit more...a bit more. Finally, numb and feeling lifeless, I stumbled into an alleyway. It was dark, yet lonely, and I felt sadness flow through me again. The bricks were faded and old, and the sunlight seemed to hide. Finally, I let it out. I let out my tears, my heart, my sorrows. It was too much, too much to hold in forever. I could only let it out here.
Annabeth's POV:
I felt my eyes start to water. "Wha..." I muttered, wiping my tears. How was I crying now? It had been eleven months already. Did I still love him? Even if we could never be together? I didn't know. I just sat on the wooden chair I was on, and let tears flow. We could never be together again. Never. All because of...her. She would never be considered my mother. Not after this, not after ruining my life. I'm not going to talk to her again. Satisfied with these small thoughts, I returned to the white MacBook Pro I was typing an essay on. What? Its still high school! I have homework you know! Wait, who am I talking to...but back on the subject, I returned to type my essay. But, I was still tearing up. I really tried to force it down my throat, but the water spilled until I couldn't type unless I wanted my MacBook to be soaked. I raised a hand, and closed the MacBook. I stood, and laid on my bed. Percy...I wanted to sob, and I did. How the Hades did I survive this long, I didn't know. I just wanted to see those sea-green eyes, and his crooked smile. The sea was the closest I could get to him, and I hated it so much. After what seemed like minutes, my father's voice rang out. "Annabeth, come down for dinner!" I paused before I answered in a wavering tone, "Coming!" I pushed the door to my room, and hurried into the bathroom next to my room to splash my face in the cool water in the marble sink. I hope my father won't notice my red eyes.