Okay, so this is the second and final chapter of Letters from Percabeth. I don't know what I'm going to do after this.
Dear Annabeth,
I'll tell you the truth. I have no idea why I'm writing this. I have no way to send this and I don't even know where you are. Who am I kidding? I don't know who you are; or why my tears are staining the page as I'm writing this. All I know is your name and what you look like. I don't even know your last name! If you were here you'd think I'm a Seaweed Brain for saying this. What is a Seaweed Brain? I wish I could answer all of these questions. If you were me, you would have answered all of them by now. How do I even know that? The one thing I am sure of is that you are definitely from my past. I don't know if we were close, but I know we had a relationship. Random people just don't pop up into the minds of people with amnesia; I think. I just thought of something; what if we hated each other? What if I was a huge jerk? Oh my gods! What if I don't know what I'm doing? What if I've just been having some serious good luck? My head is spinning. Maybe once I go on this quest I'll figure this out and find out who you are.
Sincerely,
Percy Jackson, the son of Neptune
So, that's it. I'm thinking of doing a Pokemon, Divergent, or another PJO fanfic next. If you have any ideas review or PM me to tell me what you think! I'm also very happy to take requests!
-Star Guardian46, signing off.