Hey guys ^^ so I wrote this a while ago, just as a story and I decided to turn it into part of this fanfic :) like it didn't have any pjo characters but I decided to change it and make it a fanfic :D cuz I think it fits in with the story. So, spring breaks over so it will take longer to update more :( sorry… but read and review and hope u enjoy!! :D

Annabeth's POV

Rain splattered against the windshield. It was a cold, dark, and – obviously – wet day in December. The car stopped.

I got out, pulling my jacket tighter around me. Well, it wasn't really mine…but it was now. It was a high school letterman jacket, with the name "Percy Jackson" printed across the back. I looked down at it and sighed, a tear rolling down my cheek, though it was impossible for anyone else to see because of the rain. It had felt like so long since the tragedy. I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell of his jacket; still salty like the sea.

Rain struck the pavement, ripples spreading out across the ground. I glanced up at the sky that matched my gray eyes and gloomy attitude. Zeus now always seemed to match my attitude. I shivered and buttoned the dark blue-and-gold jacket and brushed back a wet strand of blonde hair. I thought of how alone I was, how I cried myself to sleep every night. It had only been a month without Percy, but it felt like an eternity. I would mostly sit at home, unmoving, emotionless except for the overwhelming shock and sadness that would probably never leave. I loved him. And he was gone, forever. Hades had taken him from me…Luke had taken him from me.

I was now crying tears of anger and sadness, until I shook the thoughts out of my head momentarily and looked back at the ground, at the rain, at the small ripples. Until I reached the door to the small restaurant I hadn't been to in a long time. To a restaurant that had become one of Percy's favorites.

The restaurant was filled with music, warmth, and smiling people. Everyone having a good time. I felt so out of place. I sighed and slumped into my usual booth…the one we had sat at so many times. It felt strange to be here. Like I had stepped back in time – only the most important part of it was missing. I could not grasp the fact that he was gone.

I missed him so much. I missed having him next to me. The warmth of his love and the bright sea green eyes that always shined. The strong voice and the beautiful smile. Everything. I missed everything about him. He was my life. And he had been forced away from me into the cold grip of death. I still couldn't believe that Percy was dead.

I had not been back to Camp since it happened. Not yet. It haunted me too much – I could hardly bear being this close to camp; the restaurant wasn't far. I could easily walk to Camp Half-Blood from here, and the thought made me shudder. Luke…Kronos…had destroyed the Camp. They were in the process of remaking it, and I was probably needed, but I couldn't go back. I would someday; soon maybe, it was the only thing left in my life. But right now, I couldn't. It would kill me, there would be no way for me to function, already being at the place we had spent so long together. And they understood. They all missed him, but I think I was affected most. We were in love and he was my whole life.

I thought of all the memories, every single one in vivid detail. I broke down crying at the booth and rested my head against the table. I love you, Percy, I thought, I love you.