Percy's Plight:

In the bustling streets of New York, a lone figure hobbled through the endless crowd. He was outfitted with a dark blue jacket, which complemented his denim jeans. He had both his hands tucked away firmly within his pocket, as they clung on tightly to the white inner fabric. His once sea green eyes which were once filled with mirth, are now bloodshot and devoid of emotions. His head was hung low as he trudged slowly back home. Tremendous but uncontrolled power oozed from his body. To the untrained eyes, all they would feel is a prickling sensation along skin, followed by a sudden, irrational desire to avoid the source. However, to entities of the Greek world, they would an overwhelming power wash over them. The distinct smell of the sea imbued within the aura. All but the strongest and most foolish of monsters and gods would steer clear of him, for he is no ordinary person. He is the son of the very incarnation of the sea itself. Blessed with unimaginable powers, he has bested the incarnation of time and earth. But there was one thing has was unable to best. The thing that has haunted him, eating away at his soul, bit by bit until he became a mere husk of his former self. He yearned for death, but for the sake of his mother, he has to hold on. But how does one continue living if he has nothing to hold on to? Nothing to anchor his soul to the mortal world? The answer? He doesn't. He lingers between the realm of life and death, never being able relish in the sweet release of death, and yet never able to live. Today was just another example of his monotonous life, if you could even call it a life. Every day, he opens his eyes just to collect what little he earns, just to spend it all on a bout of beer. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat… until his mother passes that is. Then he will take the first boat to the underworld with Charon… and maybe jump into the River Styx along the way.

As he walks, he passes by a flash of blonde hair. Eyes wide, he spun his head around like a top, hope swelling up in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, she came back. Eyes peering at the lady, he scanned her thoroughly. Blonde hair, check. Built body, check. Tall stature, no… The hope bubbling up in his chest burst. Sighing, he turned around. Why would she come back for him? No… she has already found her calling elsewhere. Tears welling up in his eyes, he continued lurching forward. His body was teetering on edge of complete failure due to the absurd amount of alcohol circulating through his body. His mother's house was just round the corner, he must get there. It was his only place of solace. He reached out his foot and placed it on the slippery, icy stairs. To the surprise of no one, as soon as he placed his weight on the ice, he slipped forward, smashing his head against the concrete stairs. A loud gasp was all he heard before he gave in to the darkness.

(Flashback)

Percy just had the best of days. The Second Gigantomachic war just ended and he had so much planned out. New Rome, University and most importantly of, all Annabeth. She was the one link in his life every since he entered the world of mythology, except his mother of course. She had been with him through the thick and thin, through and highs and lows, through the rain and shine. She was his life. Walking through the bustling streets of Olympus, he spotted a bundle of blonde hair through the crowd. Enlivened, he sprinted towards her with much zest. However, his enthusiasm and gusto was not reciprocated… no not in the slightest. Instead, her stormy grey eyes reflected her stormy mood. Her face contorted into a frown. Worried, Percy approached her with a gentle smile. Tucking in his shirt to make himself presentable, he approached the blonde haired girl and gave her a small smile.

"Annabeth, what's wrong? You look like you have indigestion. What wrong?" Percy attempted to make a joke.

"Percy, you know I love you right?" That was the first sentence that emanated from her mouth.

To the ordinary person, an "oh no" would appear in their mind. However, the being love-struck boy Percy is, he excitedly gave her a smile and nodded with vigour. However, this only serve to bring her to the brink of tears. However, Annabeth just gave Percy a restrained smile and slowly trods softly towards the elevator, leaving being a slightly confused Percy who was still trying to process the situation.

For the next few days, it was evident to all that Annabeth was trying avoid Percy to the best of her abilities. Though she tried her best to conceal it, she wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to plan out an elaborate 100-Step Concealment Procedure like she usually did.

Percy, being the caring yet clueless person he was, tried to give Annabeth some space, thinking that she was just going through a particularly tough phase. However, as the day wore on, Percy found himself becoming increasingly anxious.

What if something wrong had happened to her? Could she cope with it? Percy's mind started to wander to the extreme as his became increasingly paranoid.

As Percy walked towards the cafeteria, his body on autopilot as his mind was fixated on what was troubling Annabeth, he subconsciously began walking towards the Athena cabin. He had only realised his mistake when the door to the cabin opened , filling his vision with a mess of blonde hair. Looking down, he exchanged a shocked glance with the girl standing before him.

Deciding that this was as good as a time as any, he took in and deep breath and out flowed the question that has been haunting his mind ever since that meeting on Olympus. "Annabeth, are you alright?"

As the question entered her ears, any sign of wariness evaporated from her face. Failing to meet those pair of caring green orbs staring at her, she titled her head down a gave a subtle nod.

Percy, fearing for Annabeth mental health however, would not take no as an answer. Instead, he continued pestering her by bombarding her with a series of questions and consolations.

Irritated, Annabeth let slip the secret she was so desperately trying to hide. "Percy, I have to leave" These words hit Percy like a merciless storm, ripping him apart.

"You have to leave… where are you going? Can't you stay ? If not, I can go with you!" Percy tried reaching futilely at any chance to keep this relationship together. However, it is crumbling right before his eyes, at a rate that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

"Sorry… you can't come with me. I tried to beg my mother to let you come, but she said that this was a highly classified world created by Hecate. Not even Chiron knows about it. The project take about 10 years to complete. I know you can wait that long, I believe that you can wait that long… but I don't trust myself. I can't stand having to choose between you and another boy. I'm sorry, I know that you love me, and I really love you too, I truly do, but this is my chance to shine, my chance to see the world, to fulfil my dreams… you understand, won't you?" Annabeth pleaded, her stormy grey eyes losing their confidence with each passing second.

Dumbstruck, Percy's eyes started to glaze over. Tears started streaming down his face as his body crumpled to the floor. Curling up in a protective sphere to protect himself from further pain, he tried to calm himself down. However, that attempt soon proved to be futile once Annabeth placed a hand onto his shoulder. That did it. The mighty Percy Jackson, slayer of Primordials, started crying. He wanted to be mad at Annabeth, to be mad at the world for taking away his first love, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. Because he still loved her. Often, love demands that we make our counterpart happy. Whether is it with him, or with another person. Because if we truly love someone, sometimes we have to let them go. However, this does not make it any easier in Percy. Love is a double edge sword. It empowers you, pushes you on, brings you boatloads of happiness and joy. But it can also rob you of your heart, your soul, leave you empty. This was what Sally experienced . This is what Percy is experiencing right now. But Percy couldn't bring himself to argue with Annabeth. Couldn't bring himself to hate her. For he loved her. If she wanted to leave him and go fulfil her dreams, he will unbind her shackles, let her be free. However much it will hurt, he will do so with a façade, with a smile. Because if she can never be truly happy with him, he can never be truly happy with himself. But he did yearn for one last thing…

"Annabeth", Percy said hoarsely as he raised his head to face her tear stricken face. "One last kiss… please. One last kiss before you go" Percy begged as he closed eye and brought my his head up, closing the gap between him and his first love.

Then all was black

(Flashback ends)

Author's note:

Wow... ok. This chapter's a bit on the long side, so please don't expect chapters to be this long on a regular basis:). Typically I would say the chapters should be ~700-800 words? Is that alright?

So how did you find the chapter? Did you like the way Percy and Annabeth broke up? Personally, I found it was a bit too quick but I would appreciate your feedback:)