The waves crashed against the shore, endlessly pounding the old rickety dock you were standing on. The rain fell in waterfalls around you, the wind came in great gusts that threatened to blow your frail form off the edge, making you clutch the railing tighter. You smiled at the irony.
'Let it blow me off. Let the wind push me into the water. Let the water batter me against the rocks. Let me die.'
Battling with depression for years had left you hungry for an end. Meeting Percy Jackson had been a relief - but only a brief one. Seeing him and Annabeth today... That had sent you over the edge.
But it wasn’t just that that had brought you to
.:: It's all over now P2 ::.
You smiled as you let go of the now burnt match. The rain tapped on the roof and the baricated windows, creating a soft, apeasing lullaby. You looked around; candles illumated the whole place, casting shades of light on the wooden furniture. Living in your savior's cab was pleasant, but still different from what you were used to, although you slowly got used to having no electricity or running water. Tim refused to share any personal information with you and was so quiet you were startled every time you heard his voice. You didn't know anything about him, but you sure knew one thing: he was the nicest persons you