I just wanna say something before you read this.

This is after MoA, after the war with Gaea.

Oh, and I don't remember Nico having a crush on Annabeth.

Did anyone knew that?

Oh well.

Annabeth's POV

The sounds of tortured screams echoed the room, and it took every ounce of strength Annabeth had left to keep her tears at bay.

It's not enough though.

Annabeth wasn't as strong as she was back then.

Neither was Percy.

The couple just wasn't the same anymore. Both had changed drastically. Being trapped in Tartarus could do that to a person.

"Percy, wake up," Annabeth held his head to her chest, praying to the gods that he would just wake up already. Desperation didn't describe what she felt, what she always felt. She felt so useless whenever he would act like this.

Every.

Single.

Night.

His arms were flinging around, almost hitting Annabeth, but she didn't care. She deserved it. His ear-piercing screams cut through her heart, and she'd do anything, anything to make it stop. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, glistening in the moonlight. He looked like he was trying to fight an invisible monster.

But the monster was inside of him.

And he was losing the battle.

"ANNABETH!" Percy's hoarse scream cut deep inside her. You didn't hear how broken he sounded, how his voice cracked when he said her name. "Don't leave, don't leave, don't leave," he cried repeatedly, like a mantra. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please come back," he apologized brokenly.

Annabeth's eyes stung, and she cursed everything and everyone for letting this happened, for driving her boyfriend insane at night.

"Percy," Annabeth sobbed pathetically. "Please wake up, please wake up, please, please, please," she chanted, holding him tighter. She never wanted to let him go.

This was her fault.

She did this to him.

He was like this because of her.

If she hadn't made that reckless, stupid mistake, they would've never fell into Tartarus. They would've never been scarred like this; their hearts wouldn't have been bruised like this.

"I'm sorry, Percy," Annabeth's apologies fell on deaf ears. "This is all my fault, I'm so, so sorry," she cried.

His eyes opened.

Annabeth held her breath.

His beautiful green eyes were bloodshot, and the sight of him, trembling uncontrollably, shattered her already fragile heart.

"Annabeth," Percy said, her name like a prayer. The relief in his voice made her clutch him tighter. "You're here," he said, in reverence, like he couldn't believe this was happening.

Like she was some gift from the gods.

But she wasn't. She didn't feel like it. She felt like shit in other words, and she wished Percy would stop staring at her like she was so magnificent.

"I'm sorry, Annabeth," his voice broke for the hundredth time that night, "please forgive me."

"Shhh," she said, smiling through her tears, glad that her Percy was back. Even after all the countless nights she spent with her screaming boyfriend, she still loved him. She would always love him. How could she not?

After everything they've been through, the only thing she was absolutely sure about was their love for each other.

"We're okay, we're okay, we're okay," she said over and over again, as if alliterating would make it okay.

"Don't leave me," he pleaded, his eyes watering

"I'm never letting you go," she promised him. "I'd go with you anywhere."

Percy held her gaze. "As long as we're together."

I've never tried third person point of view.

Did I do it okay?

Tell me all your thoughts. (:

& what you thought of the book.