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Percy's POV

I roll off the couch of my parents living room. Today is the big day. I still have things to do and I'm still in shock, yet also confused. I already let everyone at work know. I left Tyson, one of the hardest workers there, in charge. The whole work thing is all settled. I've written letters to my parents, Thalia, Nico/Will, Grover, and some others. I didn't send them yet though, because I didn't know what return address to put.

I got everything I need, I'm just thinking about stuff. Like, what should I tell people if they ask me where I'm going? Should I lie, like I did with Katie? I don't think I'm ready to tell everyone the truth, and I'm pretty sure Annabeth isn't either. I should tell them part truth... so maybe that I'm going on a trip, a business trip, so they won't ask about Annabeth. Wow, I'm such a genius. Point Percy!

It's 5pm now and my flight is at 11pm. I know it's late, but I'm not exactly a millionaire and I want to pass the time on the plane by sleeping. I'm so grateful that Zeus won't blast me out of the sky after saving his butt in the Giant War.

I'm going to Marco's to say bye and to have one last pizza there. I usually hop in the kitchen and help them on the weekends because it gets really busy. I'll probably do that because I have nothing better to do.

I'm overwhelmed with emotions. I'm confused, sad, mad all at the same time. I hope things turn out alright, because to be honest, I'm scared to. My life completely unraveled in the span of less than a week. Just a week ago I was thinking about when I should propose to her and thinking of our future that I thought would last forever. I didn't notice the tear that rolled down my cheek. I'm so unstable and I hate it. I partly want to give up because it seems like the fates are taunting me, convincing me to stop going. What do I have to live for anyways? I mean, the seven each have their significant other and Annabeth clearly doesn't want me in her life, so who am I living for? I make myself one last breakfast and contemplate my life choices.

Mom and Paul don't com back until Wednesday and it's only Friday. Who knew so much could happen in such a short period of time? I think as I head out the door, suitcase in hand, letters in my pocket leaving my life behind and seeing my friend Marco for one last time.

Annabeth's POV

It's 5pm, 4 days 1 hour 13 minutes and 27 seconds since I ruined my life. I have no more tears left to cry now. What should I do?

I want to go back and apologize, but quite frankly I don't want to think about what I want when I'm the stuck up brat that dumped the love of my life. I'm only realizing now that I could've put in more effort into the relationship. Sure, I naturally don't like physical affection, but he does and it means a lot to him when I let my guard down and we cuddle up on the couch. I guess it was mostly because of my stupid pride thing.

I flop back onto the bed. I really screwed up. But at least I now know what I am going to do.

I have to face him and apologize. Not for my sake, but for his. I also need to make it clear that I will support his decision, whatever that may be. If he ever wants to see me again then I will respect that. Because I screwed up. I'm a screw-up. I screwed up my life and his and now he's suffering. I deserve to feel the pain that I inflicted on him. If he wants me to go, and by go I mean like go, then I will. I'll leave Earth where I don't deserve to be at his command because that's what I deserve.

He always listened to me. Always asking for permission for unecessary things like ice-cream and always respecting my decision. Looking back, I was rude, mean, whatever you want to call it, for not letting him have his damn ice-cream sometimes. But the roles are now reversed, I'll do anything he says, he doesn't have to say it twice. I wore the pants in our relationship, that's for sure. Maybe because I want to feel superior or because I liked the fact that I got to make the decisions. He did pretty much everything I wanted him to... Oh gods.

I'm a monster.

I curl up into a ball tears streaming down my face. I thought I had no tears left, but I guess not. I'm a screw-up and a monster. Nobody wants someone like me. My father, my step-mother, no one wants me. I bet Percy wants me gone too. I'm just work. A waste of time and energy, just a bossy girl whose broken on the inside. But Percy cared for me. And I treated him like a slave-almost. I'm such a monster for wanting "power" in the relationship and in life. I don't deserve to give birth to his child.

The plan is off. I can't face him today, not in the shape I'm in. You need to get yourself together Annabeth. I will go first thing tomorrow.

I need to suck up my pride and let down my guard as he did for me.

I am no longer going to be how I used to be and I'm never looking back.