DISCLAIMER: I still don't own the Percy Jackson series. Just like how I still don't have my Hogwarts letter. It's a hard life.

I hated writing this chapter because I'm a mega percabeth fan, but I still hope you enjoy it!

(sorry about the last chapter, re-reading it, I can see loads of spelling and grammar mistakes, sorry!)

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Percy was busy cleaning his cabin for inspection that evening. No way was he washing dishes with lava again. He still had burns from last time.

A he swept the dust off the floor, Percy's thought drifted to Annabeth. Where was she? She had skipped lunch, but Percy wasn't surprised. Annabeth occasionally missed lunch when she was too busy in her architecture work. Still, when Percy had visited the Athena cabin with a sandwich she wasn't there. He hadn't seen her at all during afternoon chores and training, either.

Just as Percy decided to send an Iris- Message to see what she was doing, (maybe she was visiting Juniper?) there was a knock at his cabin door. He stepped forward to answer it, but Annabeth had already let herself in.

The first thing Percy noticed was that she was soaking wet. He was going to ask why before Annabeth spoke.

"Percy, we have to talk."

Her voice was ice, threatening and cold. Surprising himself, Percy took a step back.

"Annabeth, are you okay?" he asked with caution, like she was a tiger about to pounce.

"Shut up, Idiot! I am sick and tired of you always caring for me like some little pet, Percy!" Annabeth yelled, spitting out the last word. Percy was stunned, he had never heard Annabeth speak like that.

"Look, Percy, I've been thinking about this for a while, and I'm sick of pretending."

Pretending? What does she mean? Thought Percy. He reached forward to touch her arm but she swatted it away.

"Look, I was wrong, After the battle, I felt… confused. I was so close to death I felt desperate to do anything that would make my life better. I imagined feelings I didn't feel.

Percy's eyebrows scrunched together. What was she talking about?

"Percy, I don't love you. I'm so sorry" Annabeth started to tear up. "I am sorry, Percy. I really am."

"what?" Percy asked in shock, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"I am sorry, Percy, I shouldn't have lied to you. But I can't be with you anymore. I don't want to be with you anymore."

Percy felt his heart sink to his shoes. His head pounded and the room span so he couldn't hear what Annabeth said next.

"I'm leaving for New York in the morning. Don't follow me, Percy. I won't want to see you."

Once the shock passed the pain set in. A knife stabbed him and the blade twisted. He had never experienced such emotional pain and it killed him.

All the times Annabeth had told Percy she loved him was a lie. After all they had been through together, and she didn't care anymore. It was all a lie.

Then Annabeth turned and left.

As the door shut Percy yelled in anger and agony and in a quick flash riptide was out his pocket and jammed in the wall.

The following morning Percy woke on the floor in a ball exhausted. Riptide was still in the wall and he was still broken.

He could've lay there all day and cursed every god in Olympus. But he didn't. Instead he washed, dressed and yanked riptide out the wall, capping it and putting it in his pocket. He had missed breakfast but he didn't care.

Percy walked to the sword area at first, but found himself running to it, desperate to use his muscles.

Ignoring the breastplates and shin pads, he yanked on a helmet and set up a straw dummy. Riptide had just lengthened into a sword when Percy lashed at the dummy and its head came off in one hit.