Another Percabeth fic! Cheer's for me! But...for some odd reason, I can't say I'm entirely happy with this. I don't know why, but I feel as if it could've been better. But, that's why all you readers are here! Please, review! I love it so much when I log in and notice more really brightens my day (: I hope you all enjoy this!
Oh! One more thing. In case you may be wondering, this is what I imagined what could've been what Annabeth was going through when Percy disappeared. She had to force herself not to think of all the thing's they could've done together, and to try not to think about him, or she would have come crashing down. Her self-control is one of the things I admire about her, and I wanted to write this to show that. Sorry if it seemed to have the opposite effect!
Annabeth forced herself not to look back, not to stop and think and wonder over what could have been. Because she knew if she did, she would crumble.
Annabeth forced herself not to think of the way his arm's had fit so perfectly on her waist, how he would bury his face in her neck and inhale deeply, and when he was questioned, he would simply smile and say she smelled like home.
Annabeth forced herself not to think of the way his sea-glass green eye's flashed when he laughed at something she had said, even as she scowled back at him, because he knew she wasn't really mad, just a little frustrated.
Annabeth forced herself not to think of the way he would brush back a stray strand of hair and smile gently at her before he kissed her, slowly and softly, as if she was made of fragile glass. He was one of the only people who knew she wasn't all poker-faced all the time.
Annabeth forced herself not to think of the way he smelled of the ocean, of salt and sand, of the way she could breath in his scent and be instantly calmed, even on the most stressful of days.
Annabeth forced herself not to think of the way he could make her laugh so hard her side's hurt when she was sure everything was going wrong and nothing could possibly go right.
Annabeth forced herself not to think of the way he would hold her when she was at her weakest moments, when she felt as if she was drowning in that hopeless feeling of doubt, and he was there to hug her tightly and not say anything, because there was nothing he needed to say that wasn't already told through his touch.
Annabeth forced herself not to think of the way he would say, " I love you," so earnest and sincere, his emerald eyes looking into her's so truthfully that she wanted to cry, because, finally, she had something permanent.
Annabeth forced herself not to think of Percy. Not to look back, not to stop and think and wonder over what could have been. Because she knew that if she did, she would crumble.