A/N: Hey guys, are you so totes amazed that I'm still alive? I know I am:) Anyways, here's chapter 3. I cannot express how sorry I am that this is so incredibly late. I hope you still wanna read it :'( But it's here, and hopefully I'll upload more. This story is soooo old! I wrote it when I was in 7th grade! And now 3 years later, I'm uploading it again. So cray. Anyways sorry if the characters are a bit O.O.C. i tried to fix them.

Disclaimer: The plot is mine. and thats it. The poem is written by an anonymous girl who was in my school. The characters belong to RSquared.

One Week Later

The e-mail I planned to write stayed blank for a long time. No words, or a subject, just a single recipient. pjackson . After another fifteen minutes of thinking, I slowly began to type.

Percy,

I stopped typing again, at a loss for words. I wasn't about to say something I would regret later on, but I wasn't about to say anything nice. And e-mail was a dumb way to say things, but being a demigod, I can't use a cell phone. He was going to think I'm too immature. He was going to laugh. He was going to roll his eyes and delete it. Maybe I shouldn't do this.

I ignored my stupid doubts and began typing again.

This poem means a lot to me. I'm positive it will mean less than a speck of dust to you. But I, unlike you, know what it means. Maybe you should get your dumb head out of the sea, and think about it for a while.

A Promise of Truth

One day you will know truth

and you will hold it in your body like blood.

it will be the shadows in the folds of you clothes, your skin,

your hair,

it will be the under and upper tones in your voice,

and it will be held in the swing of your walk,

the easy movement of legs and hips, arms and shoulders,

muscles and bones,

you will speak and it will be fact,

even if the tears drip from your face to stain your lap,

and even the tears will show us truth,

as they spring from the well at your center, your soul,

and even if the fire leaps from its bonds of rocks and burns

your tongue,

for the blisters and blood will be a honest reaction,

a honest scar for you to taste.

and if only we could give you that,

pry apart your teeth to sear your forked tongue closed

shake you harder than the hardest we can

the hardest we have

so that realization would dawn like the sun;

bright and holding a promise of noonday warmth

a promise it will keep,

a promise that is true,

a promise

of truth.

Try thinking for once.

I loved you, Annabeth

I sighed, doubting myself again. This whole situation was just so stupid, and illogical. Knowing me, I should had been able to think of a clever way to get him to believe me, but I didn't have the energy. What was the point when he was so quick to believe that I would do something so untrustworthy? I didn't know.

I closed the tab to the e-mail without sending it.

A pop-up window came up on my screen, asking if I wanted to save my e-mail to my drafts box.

I clicked yes.

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