DEAR LUKE

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rick Riordan. Although the lyrics are not used in this story, the song "Dear John" was written by Taylor Swift. It is off her third album "Speak Now." I do not own anything.

Author's Note: Author's Note: This year my goal is to write a fanfiction for every song off Taylor Swift's album "Speak Now." This one was inspired by the song "Dear John."

P.O.V.: Annabeth

Time: The Last Olympian

Genre: Angst, Romance, and Drama

Date Finished: April 3, 2011

Dear Luke,

I used to think you loved me. We would paint the colours of the day, of the night. Then, you changed them.

We used to play all of my favourite games. Then, you had to change to rules.

We used to click.

We used to be the lucky ones.

Then, darkness took over your soul.

Things changed.

Dear Luke, I see it now that you are gone. My world is so much more a peace without you.

I was too young to understand. I was too young to be messed with. I cried all the way home.

People tried to warn me about you. They told me to run as fast as I could. They told me to get away from you.

I should've listened. I should've known better.

You should've known.

Dear Luke, I see it now that you are gone. My world is so much more a peace without you.

I was too young to understand. I was too young to be messed with. I cried all the way home.

Fireworks used to erupt around us. We used to put on a dazzling show. Then, water had to put them out.

Sunlight used to fill our room. Then, you had to close the curtains.

No, don't you try to place the blame on me. Don't you add me to your list of haters. It's not my fault I figured out you games and you sick needs.

No, don't hate me.

No, I don't hate you.

I just don't like you.

Dear Luke, I see it now that you are gone. My world is so much more a peace without you.

I was too young to understand. I was too young to be messed with. I cried all the way home.

Try not to think of this as a letter. Try to think of it as a song. It's a song of us. It's the song of us then and the song of use now. It's the song of what could have been.

It's the song of what should've been.

Dear Luke, I'm sorry for this. I'm sorry for what happened between us. You just had to change for the worst.

And I don't like it.

So, once again.

Dear Luke, I see it now that you are gone. My world is so much more a peace without you.

I was too young to understand. I was too young to be messed with. I cried all the way home.

I cried when you died.

I know you'll never get the chance to read this. In those last few moments, I saw the man who I truly loved.

If only you had stayed that way.

Forever yours,

Annabeth