Chapter 15: ANNABETH POV

ONE WEEK LATER...

A week has passed since he visited his dad, and he hasn't been the same. He's always lost in thought, making a decision, I guess. He has that look when I'm planning something that could make a difference between life and death, something that could affect him. I wanted to help him so bad but he shut me out every time I tried to talk to him. I place my hand gently on his and he barely notices, making me frown, but I don't say anything.

"Percy" I said to him, mildly. "I know something's bothering you. Tell me. Maybe" I stop. Maybe what? "Maybe it will help you."

"No one can help me Annabeth. Not now." he said staring ahead blankly. I drop it.

"Can we walk for a bit?" he said suddenly.

"Sure" I reply, startled.

We walk along the shore, as we did a week ago. This time, I take his hand and he looks mildly surprised at my action but I ignore it.

"I uh, wanted to tell you-" he shakes his head. "-ask you, something. Well, both actually." he said and his ADHD kicks in. His hands wont stop moving and I have to force it to stop.

"Go on" I said confidently, not knowing how long that 'confidence' would last.

"So, here's the thing. I, um, visited my dad last week and uh," he stuttered and it takes all my willpower to stop myself from smacking him in the head and asking him to spit it. Instead, I wait patiently while he collects his thoughts.

"He...he said, since I'm the heir to the throne I'll need to..." he trails off and I squeeze his hand reassuringly.

He took a long breath and asked.

"Annabeth" he said and looked me dead in the eye. "Will you accept immortality?"

I'm taken aback by this question. Would I? No way. The thought never crossed my mind because I had no reason to do so.

"No" I said.

"For the sake of love?" he asked and I'm forced to stare at the damp sand beneath us. I'm not ready to answer that question. What if I say yes? Will he turn me into a damn goddess? That thought is so disgusting, I push it away. What if I say no? How will he react? Sad? This is so damn frustrating.

"Annabeth?" he asked, jarring me from my thoughts. I chew my lip, refusing to meet his gaze.

"I don't know, Percy. What is immortality against love? It's not a fair comparison."

"Annabeth" he said, his voice feeble. "My dad asked me to get a wife."

Bleeding, burning heavens.

"Will you?" he asked, his eyes pleading. "Will you be my wife, Annabeth?"

What. The. Hell.

"I'm only sixteen, Percy. I'm too young." I respond, not trusting myself to say anything more.

"So am I" he said and he takes my face in his hands. His face is only inches from mine and my pulse quickens, gazing into those sea-green eyes.

"Will you do it for me, Annabeth? For me?" he breathes into my face, and I have to resist the impulse to say yes.

"I'm not immortal. And I don't plan to turn into one."

"Stay mortal, then."

"Then again, I'm only sixteen. Percy, I can't do this. Please don't ask me to" I pleaded. I can't take this offer. But if I don't, some godly bitch would make him hers and I'll be left alone. Heartbroken. But I can't marry; not now. If he asked me when I'm old enough, I'll say yes without blinking an eye. But this? No. His hands drop from my face and I feel terrible for hurting him.

"I'm not asking you to marry me, Annabeth. I won't. I'm sorry I asked you." he said, not meeting my eyes. I want to say something to him, anything, but my voice won't work. He finally walks away, leaving me to stare after him, my words still hanging on my lips.

[Now, THAT was some chapter. Phew, I can't believe we reached this far! I give all my thanks to you, my wonderful readers, because none of this would have been possible without you guys. You are my motivation and each review makes me want to write an EPIC chapter, but lol, I'm not that skilled XD. I think I'm going to cry. I'm torturing Percabeth like hell and I feel kinda guilty XD. Anyway, thanks for the 2100+ views! So until tomorrow, stay home, stay safe.]

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