Finally Back Together Chapter 7, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

Ok everyone, this chapter is back in (kind of, I'm not sure if it ever was though XD) Percy's POV.

Percy couldn't believe it when he had seen Thalia again.

It had been so long.

One whole year.

One whole year of waiting, waiting for someone to eventually locate him again.

One whole year of waiting, waiting for someone to confront him about all the mistakes he had made.

One whole year of waiting, waiting for someone to tell him how badly he had messed up.

One whole year.

One year was such a long, long time, yet still, it had seemed so short. Percy had expected it to take at least two years, maybe three, for anyone from Camp Half-Blood to eventually find him.

At first, he had wanted to just go, change his name, his appearance, and leave the country.

But, once when he thought about it, he knew, that unfortunately, he couldn't do that.

So he decided to wait. He decided to wait for something to happen.

And during that waiting, he decided to think. He decided to think up an apology, for when someone found him.

So he thought. Every day, he had thought about how he would say his apology. He had come up with this:

Look, (insert name of person here), I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry for everything I have done. I am sorry that I left everyone behind. I am sorry that I did the wrong thing. I am sorry that I believed that I could hide forever, and avoid everyone who probably hates me by now. I am sorry for a million more things that I cannot say. And if you don't forgive me, I don't blame you. In fact, I blame myself too.

He had known that this wouldn't be enough, but, who cared? As long as he didn't have to stay, then he was okay.

But, when he had met Thalia again, it was like experiencing the last four years of his life again. It was like getting introduced to Camp Half-Blood again. It was like meeting Annabeth again. It was like losing her again.

He couldn't bring himself to say sorry. He just couldn't. It was too much for him.

When he had told Thalia to go away, and leave him alone, it had felt like his heart getting ripped into two.

One part if his heart told him to run away from everything and everyone.

The other part of him told him to say sorry a bajillion times and return, back to the only place where he had felt actually, truly appreciated, and the only place where he had felt a sense of real belonging.

When Thalia had told him to tell her everything, it had been so very tempting. It had been so tempting to pour out all his feelings, his genuine feelings, not the ones he had feigned.

But he knew that he couldn't do that. He couldn't let anyone know what he had done. Everyone would hate him then, for all the wrong choices he had made, and for the toll it had taken on everyone else.

And when Thalia had suspected something about Annabeth, Percy hesitated. Still, even now, he wondered if the choice he had made was the right one.

Stop it, he had told himself. No hints at all.

He knew that Thalia didn't believe him. He knew that Thalia knew that something was wrong. And he knew that Thalia knew that it had to do with Annabeth. But also, he knew that that was all she knew.

He had denied everything she suspected. He had denied that he cared about Annabeth. He had said that she was dead, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

When Thalia had pressed him even further, Percy knew he had to do something, something that he would regret. He had to do something, so when Thalia had said that she was one of his best friends, he said something that he himself couldn't believe.

He said that he wasn't her friend.

He wanted to cry when he saw those tears in her eyes. He wanted to break down and say sorry, but he knew he couldn't do that now.

You have to stay strong, he told himself. You have to make her believe it.

So he acted like he didn't care.

He tried so hard to ignore his conflicting emotions. He tried so hard to ignore Thalia's glaring eyes, burning into him, into his heart. He tried so hard to conceal the pain, sadness and regret entering his eyes.

The way Thalia had talked, made everything he had done seem even worse. The way she said that he had betrayed her, made him think twice about everything. It made him think that maybe hiding wasn't the best solution. It made him think that maybe, just maybe, he could fix this mess by spilling everything.

No, he thought. Of course not. No more endangering others.

When he had begged Thalia to leave, the way her eyes looked at him, made him feel disgusted with himself for failing to do what he had planned. And he deserved feeling like that, too. He didn't deserve good friends who would always be with him. He deserved to be alone, isolated, away from everyone else.

When Thalia had called him Kelp Head, the nickname that he had always hated, but in a fun way, didn't hold the fun it had before. The way she said it, made him sound like his head really was made of kelp.

When she had called him Percy Jackson, the name he had always been so proud of, it didn't sound so great anymore. The way she said his name, was full of spite, hatred, maybe even a bit of regret and sadness.

And when she had pushed out her chair, the scraping sound that it had made on the floor sounded like what his heart felt like.

When she had stormed out the door, it was like part of Percy was leaving him forever. Which, in a way, was true.

After Thalia had left, all the heads in the room turned to Percy.