Losing Games

44.

damn, its november already...

44.

Therapy
(lys, this one's for you 🥹)

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Annabeth POV

Luke was pissed.

Like pissed pissed. 

We'd been having an argument for the past two hours now—or should I say, the past two week.

All of it was about the same thing... or same person.

I had been all over the place past few weeks, trying to help Percy however I could. I'd go to therapy with him and sit outside while he talked to his therapist. He never told me what they talked about but I knew they hadn't said anything serious yet because that type of conversation changed his mood drastically.

"What's my problem?" Luke yelled, shaking with anger. "My problem is that you've been hanging out with an ex instead of your own husband!"

"I've told you that I'm just trying to help him get back to where he used to be!" I yelled back, tired of having this conversation.

"Why can't Grover help him?" he asked, hands flying like they always did when he was angry. "Why does it have to be you?"

"Oh, for God's sake, Castellan, we're just friends!" I exclaimed. "Which part of that didn't register in your dull brain?"

"Just friends don't look at each other the way you too do," he said, his voice quieter. "Just friends don't have that sparkle in their eyes when they talk to each other."

"We broke up!" I said, exasperated. "And what are you so pissed about? I'm married to you, not him!"

"But you wish you were," he said bitterly.

"You know what? At this point, I do!"

A look of hurt flashed across his face. "You don't mean that."

"You're acting so controlling and telling me who I can and can't talk to! I've already told you that there's nothing going on between Percy and I and since I screwed it up, there never will!"

"But if you could, would you have married me?" 

I didn't answer, avoiding his gaze.

Would I have married Percy if I didn't screw us up?

I knew I would've. I loved his captivating smile, the way his sea green eyes lit up when they met mine. I loved the way he talked to me, so softly yet so full of himself. I loved the warmth of his body, and the feel of his hands. And I loved when his lips were on mine.

"Answer me, Annabeth," he ordered. "Would you have?"

With a hesitant sigh, I nodded yes.

Luke's eyes fell and he suddenly looked defeated.

"I knew it," he muttered. "I knew you didn't love me. Maybe that's why I agreed to work with Gabe. Maybe that's why—"

He froze as he realized what he had said and my heart stopped.

"What?" I whispered, taking a step back from him.

"I didn't—"

"You were working with Gabe?" I asked, my mind swirling.

"Yes," he said quietly. "I was."

"Why?"

"Because it meant I had you."