Annabeth have never loved someone how she loved you.

Her whole life was about being perfect and making her mother proud, until it wasn't anymore. When she started to acttualy live and pay more attention to her surroundings, she realized you were there.

You were always there for her no matter what, and she couldn't really explain what it was, maybe it was just you, just your whole existence that made her stomach twist and her insides turn into a knot.

Annabeth hated that ugly feeling in the pit of her stomach when she saw you with someone else, or someone she thought you could grow into liking.

She's laying on her stomach on your bed that stays high on the wall in your cabin, the curtains giving you two some privacy while she colors a book with you, something silly you liked to do together.

Mine is obviously way better than yours. Annabeth says playfully to calm her own tension while she gently nudge your shoulder with hers.