Valentine without you
Happy Valentine to everyone, once again! I had not expected any of you, my faithful and always loyal reviewers, to actually comment on this, but I'm glad you did. It's not as tragic as the last one, but with the same scenario…
Yeah, I would consider my one shot to be quite successful, perhaps this one is not as good, because I just came up with it today, and my previous one was an idea that I developed a month ago.
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It's been a year, a year since he signaled her, a year since the hole in her heart has been filled, and a year since he 'said' I love you.
She was in a fine diner in downtown New York, with him. Who was 'him'? Sam, her partner in the architectural department in the company she was working for. They were paired up for the new project—the new public library that will be built according to their design. They were both the top architects in the company; so naturally, the boss gave the job to them.
Sam had called her to meet him in this diner, to work on the new design, and although she insisted they could work in the old library, he refused and said that he already preserved a seat for her. Why would he preserve a sit? It was a work day, why would there be people in the diner anyways?
It was not until she walked into the diner when she realized it was Valentine.
She was too absorbed in her work that she forgot, that today was Valentine; exactly five years after he died. She didn't want to spend any more time there, she wanted to leave, and stay home, alone.
It was not until Sam pulled out the chair and she sat in it when she realized what happened. She wanted to tell Sam that, she couldn't continue, but she didn't have the heart (Just realized the pun when I checked it the second time) to.
They talked about normal things, how the base should look like for the library, how they should add just a dash of Greek architecture into it, how this will be the most amazing library that has ever been built.
That continued, until Sam said I like you.
She froze on her spot. That was not supposed to happen. They were supposed to talk about the progress of the new library. Then she looked around, all the tables were for two. That was Valentine, all the couples laughing around them, having the time together, talking, joking; just like what she did with him five years ago.
She denied Sam, she knew it hurt him, but her heart belongs to someone else, someone else that definitely was not by the name of Sam.
It was quite a bit awkward while they tried to finish off their dinner trying not to make too much eye contact. Sam offered to give her a ride home, but she denied yet again. She wanted to walk home.
She walked to the street, took out her phone, and stared at the picture. She mumbled to it, "Seaweed Brain, it's already the third one. Why do you have to be gone? You know, I have faith in you, and I'll never leave you, but I'm really lonely at times!" She said, suppressing her tears.
She continued to walk along the street, the lights in the diners all around New York illuminating her face, and there was not even the barest trace of a shadow around her. She felt lonely, so lonely; truly feeling lonely without him in all these years.
She walked in the street where he died five years ago; carefully avoiding the diner they went to. An image in her mind appeared, there was two people—one with blonde hair, like a princess; one with black hair like a prince. They were laughing, while the guy kissed the girl lightly, their very last one.
She tried to just at them, capturing the moment, never letting go. Instead, the image dissipated, dissolving like smoke, leaving her in her trance-like state.
The rain started to pour all the sudden, cold, freezing rain, right above her, in the very spot she stood five years ago. It was extraordinarily unusual, New York doesn't rain just randomly at this time of year, but with the gods, you can never know.
It poured bigger, and she didn't want to get in that particular dinner she went five years ago again to avoid the rain, it was too painful.
It poured, and poured, but she could sense something was happening. She didn't move from her spot.
Then, she saw it. The droplets, they were hearts, little hearts raining around her, two big droplets, and then a small one, two big ones, and a small one… Tap—, Tap—, Tap. And faintly, from the rain, she could hear him saying I love you.
And no doubt, Annabeth Chase loved the one and only—Percy Jackson…
All right guys, this one shot's end took an interesting turn… And that means, I have another idea ready in store too… I never updated in a school before, and this is a first. If you want me to continue, well, some persuasive comments are the key, because I have tons of projects for now.
If the review hit a certain number, I will update tomorrow, because they gave me the motive, like today. If they don't… Well, I'm not sure if I'm ever gonna update again… I love the reviews I received yesterday, they were sweet. Though I'm not that confident for my story today…