I don't know why I try anymore.

Annabeth, your quick-witted, smart, drop dead gorgeous, girlfriend was slumped in her bed, her architecture blue prints scattered around her bedroom.

An Iris message came through- from you, to her. She sighed as she saw your gleaming smile, which caused a tiny upturn in her lips. "Hi, darling," She spoke quietly, the bags on her eyes getting more visible as she came closer. "What's up?"

You studied her exhausted mannerisms, noticing her messy bedroom that was usually cleaner and more organized than an empty room.

You asked what had happened, why she was so.. messy. "Um.. I don't know. I.. think I'm gonna give up on architecture, though.. there's no point. I don't know why I try anymore, I'll always be a dumb blond Athena kid."