Annabeth and I were supposed to be together.

Why does she love Luke? He's a traitor.

Why did she leave?

Percy sat on a large rock out looking the lake as these thoughts raced through his busy mind. He watched the sun as the streaks of red darkened across the sky, casting a reddish orange glow across camp.

The camp looked beautiful, but his thoughts were ugly. Percy was so happy with Annabeth, and she was so smart, so caring, and so damn beautiful it hurt.

But when Luke betrayed camp, she followed right after him like a lost puppy. He was so loyal. So loyal to her, but she didn't love him. It felt like nobody did.

He was angry, hurt, and upset, he wanted to just run out of camp and go track the two down and-

The sound of a twig snapping brought him back to reality, his thoughts cut off. Percy turned his head around, meeting your gaze. He wiped a frustrated tear away, before speaking up.

"What do you want...?" He asked, his voice shaky and breaking with every word.