Nico's P.O.V.
It's been 3 years. 3 years since I met him and 3 years since I had started developing feelings. I was only 10 when our lives crossed paths. His jet-black hair and striking sea green irises. From the way he swung his sword to the way he tried being nice though now I know how annoying I was. He was always so perfect to me. I know I have the privilege of calling Percy my friend and receiving the same words in return. I know others would kill to be as close to the son of Poseidon as I am to him. I know this yet I can never seem to be satisfied with this. I have always wanted more and I probably always will. I feel terrible and utterly ungrateful whenever I have these thoughts. Yet when I see the happy couple together I feel justified. The way Percy holds her as if she was everything for him which she probably is. He fell into Tartarus for her. He loves her and not me.
Annabeth's P.O.V.
It's been 3 years. 3 years since I had started to notice my feelings. I was 12 when I met him and I knew from the start he was the hero of the first Great Prophecy. With his black hair and green eyes. The way he cares for people to the incredibly hazardous but efficient way of thinking. He's so perfect. Being able to call him mine is the best possible feeling in the world. People and goddesses try so hard to take him away from me yet they're never able to. I had wanted more and fought for it. My thoughts always bring a smile to my face when they involve my seaweed brain. When I kiss him I feel sparks all around me. He loves me more than anyone.
Percy's P.O.V.
It's been 3 years. 3 years since I had started to develop feelings and 3 years since I had started lying to myself. I was 13 when everything started happening. I saw the way Annabeth was acting as her being happy that Thalia was back as a human instead of a pine tree. I didn't realize what she meant until a little later. When I met him I saw his dark chocolate eyes and ebony hair as perfection. His chatter was annoying but slightly endearing when you saw just how excited he was by how his eyes lit up. Now the light was out and I knew I was the cause. I thought I could help bring the light back while redeeming a bit of light myself. Turns out I was only hurting myself more. I know it's wrong, I mean he hates me but I can't help how I feel. Annabeth will always be there for me and I'll always be there for him. I love her just not the way I love him.
