My friend ( GenderbendWriter ) wanted me to write a fanfic where Annabeth has cancer so I did.
"I love you, Annabeth," Percy said, tears dripping down his cheeks as he stood by Annabeth's grave, a bouquet of flowers (edit later) in his hands.
There was no answer. He remembered when she could reply. She'd say "I love you, too, Seaweed Brain," and laugh. Percy missed her laugh. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.
But nothing beautiful lasts for long. She was gone now, her own body turned against her.
A/n: sorry if I get anything wrong or something idk anything about cancer rly and this was just something I scribbled out during chorus (it's not edited or anything it's exactly as I wrote it)
He remembered when he found out she had cancer. It was like the whole world had stopped, like the color had drained from the world.
He hadn't even known until after the chemotherapy. It had gone away and the doctors had thought it was gone for good. They'd thought that when she was five, too. But it'd returned. The third time, so soon after the second, she lost the battle.
She'd died a few months later. Percy hadn't been himself since. How could he, when Annabeth was gone. Annabeth, who's been there through thick and thin since they were twelve. Eight years of love and friendship and a bond that ran deeper than Tartarus.
How could he move on from that? He would've died so many times over without Annabeth. And yet, now she was gone.
"Percy!" Annabeth shouted, her voice gleeful. "You- you horrid person!"
Percy laughed as he threw more flour at her. She shrieked with delight.
"I'll get you for that!" She shouted. Percy laughed again. "You can try!"
She glared at him. "Oh yeah?"
Suddenly, Percy was covered in flour. He gasped. "Wha- HEY!"
Annabeth giggled. "Love you, Seaweed Brain."
Percy grinned. "Love you, too, Wise Girl."
Percy fell to his knees, despair plain on his face.
"Annabeth, why did you have to did? I love you, Annabeth. Please, don't be dead!"
But he received no reply. He never would.
Sorry not sorry.