Merry christmas prophecyofseven! It’s me! Your secret santa! It’s christmas eve and I finished your fic just in time. I hope you have an amazing holiday and you spend it with people who makes you happy. And I hope this fic makes you happy! I also want to thank @lililibird for making sure this fic makes sense and has good grammar.
Breathe. That was the only word on Percy’s mind, the only one he could afford to think. Breathe. He almost died, someone actually tried to shoot him, like with a gun pointed to his heart. Breathe. Annabeth saved him. His Annabeth. Breathe. She was a secret agent, hired to protect him. Breathe. He loved her. Breathe. She was hired to protect him. Nothing was real. Breathe. Everything went dark.
“Come back, sleepyhead.” Percy knew that voice, he had dreams of that voice before, but right now that voice only brought him pain. “Wake up, for me.”
He could feel her hands caressing his face, her voice asking him to wake up, he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t deny her anything, he opened his eyes and she was there, above him, with a sad smile on her face.
“You weren’t supposed to find out like that.” Her voice was soft, a voice she used when she knew he was mad at her. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
“You were my best friend.”
She closed her eyes and he could see the pain in her face. His voice had been filled with anger. “You are my best friend.” Her voice was filled with pain.