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It had been a month and a half. A month and a half and Annabeth still wasn't over it. Not that she expected herself to get over a guy as amazing as Percy in a month and a half, but she didn't expect him to be the only thing on her mind. She thought that all of her emotions and desires would weaken after a while—but they didn't. They were almost always at the forefront of her mind. It was like Annabeth had let Percy go, but he didn't leave. He stayed and consumed her mind, leaving her still very much obsessed. She was left in silent suffering. Nobody knew of her inner-turmoil but herself.
Boy it's been all this time
And I can't get you off my mind
And nobody knows it but me
Annabeth would go through her days in a complete façade of normalcy. The distraction of her new building project was no match to her mind's relentless thoughts of Percy and little by little, failed to serve its purpose. It's not that she didn't enjoy watching a monstrous beast of wood, cement, and other materials grow because of her green thumb; it's just that that satisfaction couldn't hold a candle to her despondency.
Because after their day's work was done, Annabeth came home to an empty apartment. After her spirits had been lifted they would once again be brought down by the numerous hours she had to drown in her emotions.
And Annabeth was just a little bit glad that she didn't have anyone to tell her feelings to. The only person she would tell is Thalia. But Annabeth could already guess the things Thalia would have to say if she saw Annabeth in her current state. Annabeth could picture the look of mixed pity and empathy for Annabeth's sadness if Thalia saw her staring aimlessly at all the pictures Athena had given her. She could hear the words of comfort that Thalia would attempt to give if she saw Annabeth laying lifelessly on her bed in nothing but a shirt Percy had left.
She was glad that Thalia didn't know these desperate things that she did. She was glad that her dirty little secrets were known by nobody but her.
I stare at your photograph
Still sleep in the shirt you left
And nobody knows it but me
Annabeth rubbed furiously at the tears that were beginning to leak from her eyes. Getting swept up in her emotions was something Annabeth had learned to live with, but she still didn't like to cry. It was such a weak thing to do.
Nonetheless, they always came whenever she thought of Percy, what had happened, what could have happened, what should have happened, what she wanted him to have said.
Everyday I wipe my tears away
So many nights I've prayed for you to say
Percy stood as still as he could—which considering he had the attention span of a little boy with ADHD was not very long. He had his arms and legs out as he was being sized for the tuxedo he would wear for his best friend's wedding. Although he was basically invincible to the needles poking into his skin every so often, he still didn't like it. It was like random little hairs were being pulled out of him one by one.
But at the moment, Percy didn't really care. Actually, that had been a theme in his life for the past month and a half: not caring. He usually zoned out of things unless they were really important or if people were actually expecting a response from him. Truthfully, the only thing that had been on his mind was Annabeth. He knew it had been a month and a half since they ended whatever kind of relationship they had, but he still couldn't get over it.
"Dude! Percy!" He was snapped out of his reverie as Grover called his name for the umpteenth time.
"Oh, sorry man. I spaced out there for a sec."
Grover stared at him funny for a second before saying, "Yeah, I noticed. You can get out of the tux now." Another stare, before, "Hey, are you ok?"
Percy just shrugged it off, "Yeah. I'm fine." Grover nodded, too nervous and happy to question him. Percy was thankful for that. Usually, Grover was very astute with emotions and Percy couldn't hide anything from him. But with the wedding as a distraction, Grover would usually just shrug it off and chalk it up to Percy getting over yet another girl.
But the truth is, Percy wasn't sure if that would happen this time. It had been over a month and he was no less infatuated with Annabeth than when it had all started. If possible, he was even more so. And even though Annabeth thought she knew his weakness—that very sensitive spot in his back—she was actually his one weakness. He wasn't strong enough to overcome her. Nobody knew that; only himself, and he had only realized it a little while ago.
My friends think I'm moving on
But the truth is I'm not that strong
And nobody knows it but me
After the fitting, Grover had quickly dropped Percy back at his apartment so he could meet up with his fiancée. Percy didn't really want to get back to his empty apartment, but didn't say anything. He knew how it felt to be away from your girl.
When Percy was alone all he could ever think about was Annabeth. Everything she had ever said swirled around in his head like a tornado. He tried to lessen his fixation with Annabeth, by putting all his pictures of her in a box underneath his bed and hiding everything that reminded him of her. But nothing could stop the onslaught of thoughts that he was now accustomed to. Nothing could stop his mind from comprehending nothing but Annabeth, and nobody knew of his desperate longing for her, except for him.
And I've kept all the words you said
In a box underneath my bed
And nobody knows it but me
Percy sighed exasperatedly. He should just get over it. Such an amazingly, smart, strong, beautiful woman like Annabeth had probably already moved on. She had probably found a guy as smart as her and was happy. He should probably just get through this and attempt to get his life back. But even if Percy was this democratic in his logical thoughts, his emotions were the extreme opposite. His emotions were screaming to be let out of his indifferent façade. They were scratching at the confines of his heart and mind to be let out. To be shown.
But if you're happy I'll get through somehow
But the truth is that I've been screaming out
They were unyielding in their pleas for Percy to show his real emotions. For him to scream his admittance that he had done wrong. That he should have chased Annabeth after she ran out of his apartment. He should have been trying to prove that he would never cheat. That no one else mattered to him except for her. Instead of getting hung up on her thinking that he would cheat, he should have said that he never cheated. He should have said all the things that he kept inside of him, and never said all of the things he did.
And maybe if Percy had done these things, he wouldn't be in the situation he was in now. His emotions wouldn't be continuing their onslaught on his sanity. Maybe he would have made Annabeth believe that what they had together was all they would ever need.
I should've been chasing you
You should've been trying to prove
That you were all that mattered to me
Oh you should've said all the things
That I kept inside of me
And maybe you could've made me believe
That what we had girl
Oh that what we had, what we had
It was all we'd ever need
But Annabeth was logical; and at this day and age, even Percy knew: You couldn't survive on love alone.
AN: Yeah, I know it's a little short. This is the little depressed chapter. The votes were kind of tied, and after thinking it about it, I thought this was kind of important. 'Cause the chapter after they broke up was them wishing they could get back together, then it was the chapter with them getting mad at their 'friends', and this is like: they've been broken up for so long, but they're still depressed over each other.
Anyways. Review as always. And you should really listen to this song :) My favorite song...at the moment .