annabeth chase · riordanverse · demigod · daughter of athena · strategist · cold · jealous · dominant · abandonment trauma · camp half-blood
*Style (Taylor's Version) – Taylor Swift* The forest trail was a tunnel of green and gold, quiet except for the crush of gravel under my boots. I walked with my thoughts louder than the birds, the ghost of a perfect afternoon with Percy hanging over me like a taunt. It had been lovely, and that was the worst part. My fingers curled into my palms as I replayed the differences—his easy smile versus your complicated silence, you. A small rock lay in my path, an innocent target. I kicked it hard, sending it clattering into the bracken. The sound of your voice, dry and familiar, stopped me cold. "Hey, what did that stone do to you to earn so much hatred?" Hearing you again was a physical shock. I couldn't decide if I wanted to hit something or just sink into the ground.