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Without Her... :
Not a day goes by where I don't think of her. She occupies my mind every minute of every day. If I close my eyes I see her face. If I inhale too deeply, I'm lost in the scent of her.
There is no space left for anything else. I am a crumpled piece of paper, worn down and scarred. No matter how much effort is put into making me look clean and crisp again, nothing can bring me back to my original form. I'm dented, crooked, and scarred for life. Nothing anyone says or does will change that.
It's been almost a year since Annabeth's death. I still wonder how I manage. E. Lockhart was right when she said, ""Silence is a protective coating over pain." I spend these empty days staring blankly at walls. During the night I lie awake, restless. I try not to sleep because when I do, I dream of her. Her cold hands sheltered in my warm ones. The way I held her in my arms and whispered in her ear as she fell into a deep sleep. How I used to hear her making breakfast in the morning while the birds were singing to her. The little song she always had locked in her head, the scribblings she always wrote in her journal. When my eyes connected with hers, all time froze in honor of us. She made my life so joyful, she made it worth living. But she's gone now, gone for good. Nothing of that nature could ever happen again.
Sometimes, I actually think she'll return, walking through the door again, just like she always did as the day folded into an end. I guess I'm just being foolish to think that happiness could permeate throughout our little apartment once again. Life played me so well, wearing an unreadable poker-face. Life made me believe that good things could happen, that in the end everything would be okay. I let my guard down, thinking that was going to be alright. I thought this enough that I even tricked myself.
If this past year was anything, it was pointless. I had no one to make me smile, no reason to laugh. I have no idea what will happen from here. Maybe I'll continue gazing at the sky, or muttering her name when the memories replay themselves. But no matter how this ends, or when the pleasure of life continues, only one thought will accompany my mind through it all: the hope in meeting up in afterlife with my love, Annabeth.
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Without You
FanfictionI sprinted down every hall, trying to find my way through this impossible maze. But I knew I would be too late. "ANNABETH!" I screamed over and over, but I should've know better. My wise girl was already gone.
