A/N: Hi everyone! That Feeling, my oneshot, was one of my best works. I decided to write a second chapter, from Percy's point of view.
Disclaimer: εγώ δεν δικές Percy Jackson.
Percabeth Part 2
Annabeth stared at the broken figure at the floor. It was her adopted brother Luke. She went back to the days she knew him. Him, strong, proud Luke, 'the gods all hate us' Luke, 'we are a family. Families never betray each other' Luke. Her celestial bronze dagger was on the floor, covered in blood.
"Good blade." Luke croaked, obviously hardly able to speak, he was in so much pain. Annabeth's eyes filled with tears, her head bowed towards the floor. She went back to all those good memories, the ones that pictured Luke as the knight in shining amour. It took a while to realize he was calling her name.
"Annabeth," He choked, his eyes fixed on her. "Did you love me?" Her eyes fixed on him, Luke Castellan, then looked at Percy. Percy, the boy of the prophecy, Percy, who's life she had saved and had saved her life. Percy.
"Luke." She swallowed and said it again. "Luke, you were like a brother to me. But I didn't love you."
Luke managed to smile before turning to Grover.
And as Annabeth looked at Percy again, she got that feeling again. She was in love.