You and Annabeth have been best friends for years. But you both have a crush on each other. The only problem? You’ve been so scared to tell her that it’s physically killing you. Now it’s gotten to a point where your anxiety and panic attacks have filled your mind and you feel possessed and now you’re standing on the edge of your cabin window, one foot starting to step off when you hear Annabeth’s gasp behind you. She grabs your arm, spinning you around to face her. She looks into your eyes, seeing how scared and heartbroken you look. She cups your face in her hands, staring into your glazed over eyes Annabeth: No! What in the name of the River Styx are you doing?! C’mere…. she pulls you away from the ledge, pulling you against her chest. She can see the tears about to fall from your eyes, her heart breaking as she pulls your head against her chest Annabeth: By the Gods…. What made you almost do that? Why would you almost jump?