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Percy was blind, and he thought the world was full of color. He may not be able to see it, but he could imagine it. He could hear his surroundings, smell his surroundings, and respond to his surroundings. He may not have ever seen color, but he had imagined it. He had imagined it so many times that when someone said something was purple his mind would picture what he thought purple looked like. If someone said something was red he'd picture what he thought red looked like.

It might have not been accurate, but he liked his descriptions. If someone described the sea he'd think of green, and blue, and if they described blood he would think of red. But, although his view of day was black, his dreams were detailed. When he dreamt, he would imagine. He would imagine colors, and what it would be like to be able to see it.

So, he slept a lot. He worked as a kindergartner teacher, and soccer teacher. Both at the same school. He barely left his house for reasons other than work, and grocery shopping, but when he did it was sometimes to go to park.

Park was Percy's meditation center, which was weird because there were sometime kids. But, when he went there he would let his other senses kick in. He would breathe in flowers, and hear the birds.

That's was what he was doing the Saturday morning when he met Annabeth. He was sitting on a bench, and his walking stick was beside him. He heard footsteps before he heard a thump.

Annabeth was jogging when she tripped over an outstretched foot. Her body went forward ,but she managed to catch her self, so her head didn't smash on the concrete floor. But, she didn't catch her body, as the thump suggested. She groaned in pain, and looked up to see the man who tripped her. He had green eyes, and was holding out a hand.

She took it with a frown, and met his height. He was as tall as her, and was smiling. Her frowned deepened, but he didn't seem to notice. She let go of his hand. She was about to leave when he introduced himself.

"I'm Annabeth." She answered, unsure of what to say.

He smiled, and Annabeth noticed that he was staring at a direction left of her. Confused to why she told him that she was here.

He smiled shyly, "I'm blind."He turned to her, and she felt bad for being mad at him for tripping her.

"I'm so-" She started.

"It's fine. Don't pity me. Being blind is fine. I like it." He smiled again. Annabeth didn't smile back.

Annabeth awkwardly tried to find some excuse to leave. "Ummm"

"Yes. You want to leave." His smile was gone, but he stood where he was.

Annabeth turned to leave. He called her name. She turned around to see him with his walking stick.

"Can I have your number?" He asked.

Annabeth stopped walking, and turned around. His smile was paired with a blush, and Annabeth fought the urge to find it endearing. "Yes."

She found a pen in her pocket, and wrote her number on his palm.

I got this idea when I was on askfm, and someone asked how do you describe color to a blind man?