From Me to You

Letter Two

Dear you,

You kept it. After all these years, you kept my red coral pendant. You touched it when you saw me, and I have to admit that emotion welled in my throat and threatened to spill from my eyes.

Annabeth, I remembered. Your gray eyes were familiar and they captivated me, just like they always used to. Whenever we'd sit on our roofs, watching each other, I sore I could still see your eyes. They looked like stars to me. Always sparkling gray, but always changing with the scenery. Like they couldn't decide what color they wanted to be.

Do you remember that night we got lost in the woods? We were fourteen and searching for something I can't remember. I was shy, and I didn't talk to you. We searched until we got lost. And there was one moment when you turned and looked at me. And I looked at you and I remember thinking that you were beautiful. Despite being sweaty and covered with dirt (not to mention how crazy your curly hair was), you looked beautiful.

As we stood there I wanted to kiss you. I had never kissed anyone before, but I wanted to kiss you. We didn't know anything about each other, but (I can't deny it now) somehow, I had feelings for you. And I could've sworn that we took a step towards each other, but we heard Chiron and Grover calling our names and we ran off to them. Everyone was asking where we'd been, that Grover and Tyson (do you remember him?) had already found the prize.

Nobody believed us when we said that we just got lost.

However, now that I realize it, I wouldn't have believed us either. To be honest, I was a complete idiot for not kissing you. This time around I promise I won't make the same mistakes. I promise, if I ever happen to get the chance, I'll kiss you.

Okay, that was weird. Sorry.

When I saw you today in writing class, my feet decided to have a mind of their own. Then suddenly I was sitting next to you, smiling. You looked at me with your bold gray eyes and you smiled back. I felt my cheeks redden. Your smile was beautiful, and it could have moved the darkest, most evil man's heart. And it moved mine.

Your lips parted (sorry, but I noticed you have very nice lips. Very kissable) like you wanted to say something. But then you shook your head slightly and your lips melted back into a soft smile. Your eyes fell to our feet. What were you thinking? What did you want to say? The question is still in the back of my mind, even now.

After class ended, we got up and walked out into the hall. I looked back at you and – oh god – I wanted to say something. Anything. Your name, good-bye. Perhaps your number? But you beat me to the words and when you spoke, all rational thought flew out of my head.

"Bye, Percy."

You remembered my name?

You remembered my name!

I couldn't manage to do or say or think anything. God, I don't think I've ever felt for stupid or embarrassed in my life than I did in that moment. I made a weird noise (oh god) and you laughed, walking away.

I thought I wasn't going to make any more mistakes? Well, here I am, writing this letter and listing all the things I could've done or said. I could have asked you to lunch. Or maybe asked for your number. I could have walked you to your next class or back to your dorm. Goodness gracious, I'm so stupid.

Please, I'm begging myself, no more mistakes!

Let me ask: if I sent this letter to you, would you write back? If I ever conjured the confidence to ask for your number, would you give it to me? If I somehow managed to get the words out of my throat, would you respond?

Perhaps I won't know until I do it. And perhaps one day I will. Until then, I suppose, I'm stuck with regret and a bunch of "what-if's" and the lovely feeling your eyes give me.

Your eyes and your smile.

You're beautiful, beautiful eyes. And your even lovely smile,

Sincerely,

Me.

AN: Hello everyone! Sooo this is Percy's letter to Annabeth. AGAIN, whether or not they send the letters is up to you. ALSO: I'm FINALLY updating My Soulmate's Name later today or tomorrow!

Love you all to the ends of the universe and back!

XOXO

Beth