I am not who you think

Percy's POV
I watched as she processed this new information. I know it must be hard for her to even begin to wrap her head around it, but if anyone could do it, it was her. Daughter of Athena, so smart, beautiful. Even now as our relationship teetered in the balance I loved her. I admired her, I absolutely adore her. Her heart is large and her brain is quick. Her logic is rock solid while her emotions are fluid and take the form of whoever she is talking to. She is the eye to my storm. The calm to my chaos. There once was a writer who said, "Chaos was the law of nature, Order was the dream of man." In this moment I couldn't think of anything more true. I am natural, I was first and I created everything. I have all the power I could ever want. Yet what I desire is this one mortal girl, I desire order. I tucked a loose strand of her blonde curly hair behind her ear and wiped a tear that was threatening the spill over her cheek. "Annabeth, please. We can do this. I know we can. Dont think of me as Chaos. Think of me as Percy. Just Percy. We were fine before and we can be fine again. I need you." Her eyed jerked to mine, "Need me? How could you possibly need me when you have everything. There's nothing in the world that I could do that you could not. How do you think that makes me feel." When I didn't answer she pushed on, "I'll tell you how. Inadequate. Invalid. Useless. Take your pick because those are the first words that come to mind." Dang that silver tongue. Even as distressed as she is, her words hold so much weight on my heart.

Annabeths POV
He sat there staring at me. Waiting for me to say something. Say what? Oh you're this all mighty immortal being, thats cool lets go grab some ice cream? No I don't think so. I don't even know where to begin with this. Do I love him enough to look past this. Would I be capable of being with him knowing that at all times he is so much more powerful than me. Before Percy and I were somewhat equals. Now... he is so many leagues above me. Which lead me to the question... why me? What made me so special that this boy... this diety would love me. Is this a joke , because if so, it's not funny. He pushed a strand of hair out of my face. The brush of his fingers left a trail of goosebumps along my jaw. He had such an affect on me even now. My emotions are a storm right now. Almost as if they were feeding off chaos himself. I took a deep breath and ranted to him. Totally opened myself up and let the thoughts spill out. The way he looked at me. Those sea green eyes filled with such love, such fear. Fear of what. He shouldn't be afraid of anything. My subconscious screamed at me. Idiot he's scared he's going to lose you. I scooted up closer to him, "I don't know how I feel about this yet. All I do know is that I just want to be held right now. Do you think you could do that?" He smiled and opened his arms in a welcome embrace, "It would be my pleasure."

Notes

Hey guys Im the Author Swear on the River Styx. The one who writes Seeking Happiness. I hope you like this chapter and I hope you give this story some good reviews. It was fun to guest write for someone. I've never done it before but it was definitely a fun experience.