Annabeth bolt straight up in her bed, once again sweating as if it were 200 degrees. She just couldn't get the image of Luke, screaming, writhing on the floor in pain out of her head. She sighed as she quietly got dressed in the first thing she touched, which happened to be the dress she had worn the day before to the funeral pyre. She slipped out the door, barefoot, looking for somewhere to clear her head.
The night was dark, and Annabeth couldn't see a foot in front of her. Suddenly, she ran into something. No, not something, someone. She shrieked, which was odd for her. She typically would've stabbed the thing repeatedly, but she'd recently lost the will to fight. Her life was falling apart around her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Can't sleep?" Chiron asked, stepping into the light of the Big House.
"Oh, its just you. And no, I just wanted to take a small midnight stroll. And, if you don't mind, I'll be continuing with that stroll." Annabeth turned, as tears were now welling in her eyes. The full reality of Luke's death had finally hit her, but she refused to cry. She was Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. She never cried, at least not in public.
"Annabeth, now, really. What could I do to help?" He seemed extremely pitiful, one of the last things Annabeth wanted at the moment.
"I said I'm fine." Annabeth could hardly contain her anger now, and the hot tears were about to spill. Annabeth refused to blink, her vision blurring, streaks of light moving across the darkness.
They both stood there a moment, before Chiron broke the silence. "Come with me." He ordered, gently, and Annabeth obeyed, hoping she could escape out of this soon. She was led towards something that looked like a light in the distance, water gleaming behind it. As Annabeth continued, she could notice the faint outline of someone, though she couldn't tell who. She began to walk faster and faster, until she was at a full paced run, curiosity filling her mind. That is, until she smelt the familiar salty air.
Sitting on the railing of the boardwalk was Percy, illuminated in the glow of a lantern. His eyes were red, his cheeks tear stained, but he wasn't crying. Something about his broken down figure, the lost look in his eyes as he gazed out towards the other side of the lake pricked at her heart.
Annabeth couldn't stop the first tear from falling, and after that, she didn't want to. t felt good to cry, as though a reassurance of emotion. Emotion was something familiar to her, in this dark night. Emotion was her heart's Percy, simply waiting to be found under the warm glow of light that acted as a lighthouse to her lost soul.
"Percy?" Annabeth quietly sobbed, running straight over to him. His gaze shot down towards her, a look of confusion covering his face, followed by a smile of understanding.
"Hey, Wise Girl. Care for a seat?" HE asked, helping her up onto the handrail with him. She hugged him close to her, sobbing into his shoulder, until she ran out of tears. After that, she simply sat there, basking in the warmth of his body, the way he breathed so slowly, the way he relaxed so easily. How did he do it?
"You really should stick to torn T-shirts and ripped shorts." He joked, kissing her forehead. "But, I suppose this could do. Just for tonight."
Annabeth sighed deeply, closing her eyes and taking in his smell, the sound of his voice, everything that was familiar to her.And she fell asleep in his arms, before she could hear him say "I love you, Wise Girl."
WOW... I didn't expect it to be that long. I hope you don't mind o.o