These are more on the darker side. Sorry for not updating in a while. Hope you guys like these ones.
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All Over Again
After he'd told me to run, to get out, and I'd kissed him, I instantly regretted it. I left him there to die. He was the hero, and I was the coward, naturally. When I walked through the narrow fissure in the rocks of Zeus's Fist, I was nearly unrecognizable. My hair was a bird's nest; my body was covered in grime and soot from my experience in Hephaestus's Forges. I was scraped and bloody from head to toe. And I must have looked a little insane when I squinted from the bright light of the sun and tripped over air. I was bombarded with questions: "Annabeth, you look like death, what happened? Where are Percy and Grover and Tyson? Did you find Luke?" The silence they'd received in return must've made them anxious, but Chiron waved them all off, slung me over his shoulder and took off towards the Infirmary. I'd been out for three days, they'd said.
It was nearly two weeks since I left Percy and Grover and Tyson in the Labyrinth and no sign of any of them when the guilt began eating me alive, but more so for Percy. There was no one there for me anymore, or at least, I wouldn't let them in. I didn't trust anyone anymore. It was my father first, and then it was Thalia, Luke and finally, Percy. There was no one there, nothing but dust.
But only he would interrupt his own funeral. He returned and I was beyond ecstatic, but I had a hard time showing it. I was angry and upset on the outside but on the inside all I thought was, Seaweed Brain Seaweed Brain Seaweed Brain!
It was a long year and a half and a long, unforgettable battle. Percy and I had gotten together after he'd been titled The Savior of Olympus, a shared blue cupcake and an underwater kiss. And I couldn't have been happier. But you never really got a happy ending when you were a demigod.
And now Hera has taken Percy and his memories and has left me with nothing. It felt exactly like the time he went missing for two weeks, only I didn't feel sad or guilty; I was filled with animosity. It was like a bomb was planted inside of me, waiting to explode. The heat inside was built on heartache and distress.
It was warm when Percy Jackson was around. Now it's cold.
Every so often I can hardly remember the sound of Percy's voice or the awkward rhythm in his walk and . . . I was losing him all over again.
All Lies
Sally Jackson could not have been more heartbroken than the time when Percy found out the secrets. He'd looked right into her eyes, his big and watery and full of disbelief.
"Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, The Tooth Fairy—all lies!" He stomped his feet like the seven year old he was. She wasn't expecting him to stop believing this early; it was Gabe who'd told him the truth. She hated to see him suffer but if only he knew she'd married him to protect him.
But when he half-shouted, half-asked, "What else are you hiding?" She couldn't help but break down, her heart torn in two. She'd looked right into his eyes and apologized about four million times, "Nothing, baby. Nothing," she'd reassured him, but it sounded like it was more for her than for him. "Nothing."
Failure
Thalia trudged up the muddy hill where her tree stood with the Fleece hanging from its branches, guarded by the growing dragon Peleus. There was something new hanging from its spiny branch: Luke's now dead flying shoes. They'd somehow found their way back to camp from Tartarus after the Battle of Manhattan.
Some days she forgot to miss him for hours at a time and she doesn't hate him for dying anymore, but she wished he had said goodbye, at least. She wished she could've had one last conversation with him where they weren't at each other's throats. She wished she'd told him just how much she loved him so long ago and maybe hold his hand one last time.
And she would do everything she could to hear him say them back to her.
Instead she stared at the worn down shoes and said, "Between the anger and the hollow words we will never share I wonder if I am your greatest failure. Or you, mine."