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Chapter Seven (Annabeth POV)
I grasped the note contently. The paper felt as if it had been folded out of an Ocean wave, and its coolness rubbed against my palm, sending tingles up my hand. Flipping the note around, I began writing my own note to him.
Dearest Percy,
I am so sorry. It's just that I have been so confused. I thought I loved Luke, but I was only clinging onto a phantom of the old Luke, the one you and I both loved. I didn't realize that it was you who was the one that I loved. Yes, I love you too, my seaweed barnacle beard. Please accept me; I am really sorry that I made such a horrible mistake. I'll be waiting for you at the beach tonight at midnight.
Love, Annabeth.
I put the note in a manila envelop, sealed it with my love, and filled out a Hermes Overnight Express Delivery slip. I attached the slip to the envelop and a pouch of drachmas. It disappeared with a "pop" sound like a cash register. I prayed that he would not reject me.
Midnight, Beach at Camp Half Blood.
He still hadn't come. Maybe he still couldn't forgive me. I buried my head in my knees, and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting.
Ten minutes…half and hour has passed, and still no sign of him.
I began to sob silently into my arms. That was when I noticed the presence of another.
She was standing in front of me, looking down at me in disdain. She was wearing a traditional Greek tunic made of floaty Periwinkle silk. Her long, dark hair fell to her shoulders in cascades, and her eyes were breathtakingly beautiful.
"You must be Annabeth." She said in a condescending tone. "I am Andromeda, a Nereid from the Court of Poseidon. And for that matter, Perseus's girlfriend."
I gaped at her, lost for words. Girlfriend?
"I would appreciate it if you do not send my boyfriend love notes. Luckily I was there to pick it up before him, saving you the embarrassment of him rejecting you." She paused, and continued. "It's too bad. He did love you, but that is history. You rejected him and now he has moved on. Do not bother him anymore."
I stared at her, unable to believe her words. Looking at her stunning profile, I could tell that there was no competition there.
"Goodbye Annabeth. You missed the bus. It will not return."
She snapped her fingers, and disappeared in a flourish, leaving the fresh scent of the sea in her wake.
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