Annabeth.
In his dreams he could remember her perfectly. But as soon as he woke up all he could remember was that feeling; that warmth, that happiness.
Until, he had drunk that antidote. The process was slow, at first he felt nothing, but then he started to remember. First her love for architecture, then her smartness.
He was starting to remember her: her blond princess curls her gorgeous smile, her intelligent gray eyes.
Now he remembered everything, the way she would laugh at him when he did something stupid, the way she was always there to save his butt. Everything.
Annabeth
Now all he could think about was her. He couldn't stop thinking about her for a minute, day or night. She existed even in his dreams (the ones that weren't about the people who wanted to kill him.)
He woke up every morning hoping that he would find him by his side. When he was in combat, it always fidgeted at the back of his mind; how much easier this would be with her, the way they understood each other.
This might seem like he wished he didn't remember; that it was more difficult this way. But Percy didn't think so; as long as he remembered Annabeth, he knew that she was constantly thinking of him, the way he was thinking of her.
As long as he remembered her when he was sad or scared, as long as he could pretend she was by his side, everything would be okay.
Annabeth
When he saw her in his head it was like she was by his side. Like he could close his eyes and picture her and he would never have to face the darkness again.
Annabeth
He still hadn't told Hazel and Frank about her, except for a small mention here or there. But only an idiot (yes, one dumber than him) would think it was because he was embarrassed, whenever he thought about Annabeth and the way they would sit around after the war and just talk, and kiss, and enjoy each other's presence. The way she would giggle when he sneaked up on her.
Annabeth
When he saw the ship and found out that they were coming. He felt as though his heart was on the edge. If she was on that ship his world would start spinning again, and he might be able to smile again.
But, if she wasn't then he would have to give up hope. He would have to stop trying to feel alive.
As much as he knew it was his job to save the world, he also knew he could never have done that without her
Annabeth
Hooray, it's done. I'm sorry it was short but I was exhausted today and honestly I was considering just writing Annabeth for this chapter. So now we only have two chapters left. Also if your friends read fanfiction, recommend me. Guys 2,000 people have viewed my stories and I only have three reviews. Even if you want to tell me that you hate my stories and will never read them again. Anything, so I'll write again tomorrow.