annabeth.
6:33 a.m.
i've been sitting on the breakfast bar stool, staring out the window and waiting for the sun to rise. i haven't slept. haven't left the kitchen. just me sitting alone, feeling small and cold.
i wrap my arms around myself and close my eyes, trying to imagine that they were hers. cold. still so, so, so cold.
i imagined her voice and her eyes again. but imagining them made me feel colder, because i remembered her voice, broken and hurt. i saw her eyes defenseless and vulnerable.
i stare out the window, watching and waiting for the sun to rise feeling cold and numb as ever.
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Fanfictionpiper. the way her voice softened when she talked about something she loved made me wish she was talking about me. the way her lips curved up when she smiled made piper wish they were on mine. and her arms, tan and strong felt like they were made to...
