Annabeth ran.
She didn't care about anything. She just ran. Into the arms of the boy she loved, the only boy she would ever love.
He was waiting, Annabeth could tell. Waiting for her to run into his arms, so that he could kiss her, hold her, love her. And their worlds would be complete (finally, Annabeth thought) because they would be together again.
But before they met, before the world was whole- Annabeth woke up.
Always she dreamed about him, the good times, when they were together.
"I'll never forget," Annabeth told herself.
"I'll never forget about him."
And she knew that was true. She would never forget about the one she loved.
Percy Jackson.