Chapter 18

ANNABETH POV

I'm stunned at his proposal. I wished he wouldn't have asked me to marry him so early, I'm just sixteen. I was working up the courage to tell him yes, but the spirit of boldness deserted me, leaving me to face the horror of losing Percy.

"Annabeth?"

Oh great.

"What is it, Rachel?" I asked her, not in the mood to have a conversation.

"What did he tell you?"

Man, this girl can see through much more than the Mist. Ironically, I don't hesitate to spill the events of today to her, despite my mood today. She is a great listener; she doesn't interrupt or comment when I narrate our conversation on the beach, her green eyes pondering over my every word. I sigh when I finish, and we don't speak for a few moments.

"He's a jackass, isn't he?" she murmurs, and I suppressed a smile.

"I guess he is, but should I have said yes?" I asked her.

"Hmmm, no. that would be a little…I don't know, extreme?" she said, doubtfully. I stare ahead, unsure of what to say. She leaves after a short while, leaving me alone to my thoughts and doubts.

Moments later, Percy arrives from who-knows-where, looking…different, I guess. He lacked the usual godly energy reverberating from him, which only added more suspicion and confusion to my already jumbled notions.

"Hey" he said.

"Hey" I respond, unsure what to tell him about marriage. Yes? No? Skies, this is so awkward and frustrating.

"Annabeth" he said, breaking the silence between us. "I'm no god. Not anymore."

What. In. the. Name. Of. The. Gods.

I realize I'm gaping at this shocking, yet happy news. He's not a god anymore. A freaking god.

"Percy…" I'm at loss for words, but the silence is better; I will not say anything I will regret later. He smiles shyly and my heart warms up. I know he's not lying. I can feel it in my bones, deep in my heart, that he's speaking the truth.

"I want to feel, Annabeth. Love and pain, gain and loss. I want to feel everything, and there's no better way to experience them than being human" he spoke those perfect words, with no doubt or hesitation and he pulled me closer to him, closing the gap between us. And then, kissed me; as Percy Jackson the demigod son of Poseidon, and I know that I couldn't have asked for anything better than having his soft, salty lips locked around mine, in that infinite moment.

THE END

WOW, THIS IS OVER. I have a little trouble believing that, but uh, I guess it's time to say goodbye to this little Percabeth drama, lol. Anyway, it was a great pleasure writing this and THANKS A MILLION FOR THE SUPPORT! Thanks for all the reviews and follows and favourites and a bunch of other stuff, too. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU (x10000) so much for reading my story because this means the world to me and I really appreciate it. I will be writing another one, probably on December or January, and I hope y'all can check that out, lol. THANKS AGAIN!

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