Annabeth was drawn to the beach.
On good days, she would bask in the warm sun along the shore, drinking in memories of him and forgetting everything else. On bad days, she would scream. She cursed every god and goddess, but never Percy. It wasn't his fault.
Today, everything caught up with her. Percy was gone. She was alone. No one understood.
The sea told her to jump in and let her problems go. But she couldn't. She picked herself up. She was needed, and when you're needed, you must do the right thing and get up. And go on.
By the way, I've set a limit on 25 of these. I just need to get all of my stuff closed out, and this is one of those things.