When I got out of the shower, I saw Annabeth, shivering in the corner. It hurt me so much to see her like this, and it took all the love I had for her to turn away. I did this. I look at that mass of blonde hair, those lips I've kissed so many times, and the tears pouring down her face. Luke did this. I will make him pay. I gripped the doorknob so hard it cracked, and it made Annabeth cry harder. She was scared. She was scared, of me. The thought brought me to my knees. I clutched my head as I sobbed. I screamed, and agonizing cry of pain. She would never be the same. She would never love me. I punched the wall. Let physical pain distract me from my thoughts. I curled into a ball, shuddering. I took a deep breath. I would do this for Annabeth. How could I be so selfish? She was in there. She had to be. I crawled over to her, clutching my ruined hand. "I-I...Oh gods Annabeth, I'm so sorry." I crumpled next to her, and let the darkness overcome me.