"I’m not asking you to erase your past. I’m just trying to figure out if I ever had a real place in it."

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WARNING MAY BE NEEDED:

One-sided, Miscommunication

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You always knew how close Percy and Annabeth were. It was no secret — they had history. Years of quests, battles, near-death experiences... moments that could bond people in ways words never could. You’d seen it in how they moved around each other — like muscle memory. Like gravity.

Annabeth was your girlfriend. She’d chosen you. And you trusted her — or at least, you tried to. But there were times it felt like you were just an afterthought in a story that had already been written without you.

You heard it constantly. The jokes. The whispers.

“Weren’t Percy and Annabeth a thing?”

“They’d be perfect together.”

“Wait... she’s dating you?”

And every time, Annabeth would laugh it off and say, “He’s like a brother to me.”

But the way she said it — too quickly, too casually — didn’t feel like reassurance. It felt like a deflection. Like she knew exactly what you were worried about, but didn’t want to touch the subject for too long.

So you kept smiling. Kept pretending it didn’t eat you alive.

But deep down, a quiet voice kept asking:

If he ever told her he wanted more...

Would she still choose you?

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