Once a upon a time' has always been the start of a fairytale story, and at
the end, everyone always get their 'Happily ever after.'
She thought marrying him would be her 'once upon a time'-the beginning to her
own perfect fairytale that would end in 'Happily ever after' with him, and
that after the whole 'Til death do us part,' they'd spend the afterlife
together forever.
But as it turns out, he couldn't take the commitment of marriage.
It was Percy who started the omen of bad marriage, not Annabeth.
Never, Annabeth
She was the one who stayed by him, stayed loyal, until the day he sat her down
in their cozy living room, on her favorite armchair a few feet away from the
fireplace, and crushed her fairytale dream under the sole of his old Puma
sneakers.
Percy had cheated on her. He cheated on her with the woman that lived three
doors down. The one who kept prancing around with her breasts practically
falling out of her low-cut shirt and spoke with an accent.
Annabeth felt horrible, feeling the bile rising in the back of her throat.
She'd been about to tell him why she had been denying him sex for the past two
weeks, because she was scared that it might hurt the baby and...Had it only
been two weeks? By Zeus, Percy couldn't wait *two weeks*?
Di immortales... She'd only let him talk first because of her excitement of
the baby in her belly. And now that she'd digested the news, she couldn't help
but burst into tears.
He sat there in shock, and by the gods, but what did he expect? That she'd be
*okay* with it?
She loved him. She loved him *so* much. She couldn't let him leave her. She
*loved* him, damn it!
But it was too late. Even when she said the words "I'm pregnant," she knew it
was too late. Percy gave her a sorrowful, apologetic look and walked out the
door.
"I'm sorry, Annabeth."