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I was in shock. She was gone. Dead. Never again would she correct me, kiss me, call me Seaweed Brain. I would have to live my whole life without her, the one who would always love me. Why, Annabeth?, I thought. Why would you do this to me?
People had started to notice my absence, and were coming towards me. But I didn't want to be with them. I wanted to be with Annabeth. I turned around and ran towards my cabin. I collapsed onto my bed and started to cry.
I heard a hesitant knock on my door. "Percy?" someone called softly. When I didn't answer, the door creaked open, and Grover came in.
"I talked to Blackjack. I'm so sorry, Perce," he told me. I didn't respond. I just lay there with silent tears running down my cheeks. He didn't understand. No one did! Why couldn't they just leave me alone?
Grover, seeing my unwillingness to talk, walked out. A moment later Hazel and Frank came in, holding hands. After we defeated Gaea, the giants made a final stand by destroying the Roman camp. Few have survived, and Octavian, Reyna, Dakota, and Gwen all died fighting.
"Percy? Me and Frank just wanted to say that we're sorry, and if there's anything we can do, just let us know." With that and an encouraging pat on the shoulder, they left. At least they understood I wanted to be alone.
I was shocked. More than shocked. Annabeth wouldn't do that! Not to Percy! Not to me! When I heard the news, I ran to Jason. Jason. Would he ever do a thing like that? No. I can't afford to think like that. One thing at a time.
Jason took me into his arms as my grief came pouring out in the form of tears. He rubbed my back and kissed my head until the tears stopped flowing. I was tired and worn out from crying and this horrible, horrible news. But I knew that there was something I had to do before I could even think about resting. I had to go see Percy.
Me and Jason stopped outside of Cabin 3. Jason started towards the door, but I stopped him.
"Maybe I should go in alone," I said. I knew that even though they hadn't known each other long, after going to hell and back(literally), they felt quite close. But something didn't feel right. I felt as if I knew what he was going through, at least to some degree. Jason nodded, and I stepped into the cabin of the boy with the broken heart.
I was laying on my bed. Gone. Annabeth was gone. Just like that. No one knows why. She just decided to... Stop it Percy! Annabeth is gone. Remember her the way-
"Percy?" a hesitant voice asked as the door opened, letting in a beam of sunlight that seemed to be out of place in this cold, harsh world. "Percy, I know what you're going through. At least somewhat. Annabeth was my best friend," the voice said. Piper. Maybe she would understand.
She sat next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. And that was when I started crying again.
Percy Jackson. The brave, legendary, sword-fighting machine had just had his heart ripped out. He lay there and cried. It was new to me. In the time I had known him, he had shown little weaknesses. Now, here he was, sobbing. But I couldn't blame him. He had known Annabeth since they were 12, and had recently started dating. They loved each other. And now she was gone.
The thought alone ripped my heart in two. I couldn't even imagine being in Percy's place. But I needed to focus. Maybe she wasn't dead. Anything could have happened. I needed to ask Percy what had happened before she disappeared. I would do everything I could.
"Percy? I need to ask you some questions. Is that alright?" I asked, putting a little charmspeak into my voice to calm him down. He nodded weakly, his sobbing turning into a trickle of silent tears.
"Ok, I'm going to get the others. Wait right here, ok?" He nodded once again, and I walked out of the cabin to find the rest of the seven and Grover.
A couple minutes later, I came back with Hazel, Frank, Leo, Jason, and Grover. They all sat silently on the empty bunks, looks of depression and loss masking their features. It felt like a funeral party. Of course, it might as well have been.
"Ok, now I want to ask you some questions about Annabeth, ok?" I asked, my voice cracking on her name. Percy nodded, but I could tell he wasn't really there. I went on anyway. "Did Annabeth say anything before she disappeared about what she did?" I asked.
"Well, when I was talking to one of the satyrs, he said that she was crying and was muttering something about her parents. I don't know if she meant Frederick, Athena, or her step-mom," he told me in a voice barely audible and filled with pain.
"That's a start," I said, trying to sound encouraging. "Now, Grover, you can answer this one, where did Blackjack say she went?" This time Grover answered for Percy.
"Blackjack told me that they went to a cliff overlooking the sea, a few miles to the North," he told me. I nodded, trying to think as to where that could be. I looked over at Percy, and saw he was on the verge of tears. I didn't think he would want to cry in front of all his friends, so I quickly dispersed the meeting. After well wishes from everyone, we left cabin 3.
I woke up in a cold sweat. Nightmares were flashing through my mind, and so I tried to think of Annabeth, as I usually did when I was scared. And then I remembered. She was dead. The full force of it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was gone. Forever. I would never see her again, for the entire expanse of my life. It was the second time that I actually sobbed that day. She was dead. Never would I get to kiss her sweet lips again, stoke her honey-blond hair. It was all gone. Why couldn't she come hold me again, comfort me, make me feel alright again? I would never be whole. This one day has changed my entire life.