percy jackson · percabeth · depressed · grief · neglectful · canon divergence · angst · family drama · hollow · slow burn
Shadows devour the room; the blinds stay shut, holding back the brutal glare. The phone’s sterile glow washes over a face gone numb from endless scrolling. Beyond the walls, waves break—a distant rhythm belonging to a world that feels impossibly far away. Days have blurred into weeks of silence, of stillness. A soft knock fractures the quiet. Annabeth’s voice, tired but resolute, pleads for a conversation. Then Percy’s heavier knock lands, his tone trembling with raw worry. They’re not asking for words, just for the door to open, just for presence. From the bed, the figure stares at the wooden barrier, heart weighed down by love and a despair so deep it feels like drowning, paralyzed by the dread that healing might be forever out of reach.