EPILOGUE

Annabeth and Percy were never split up. They did everything together. They laughed, went to prom, and graduated together.

As soon as they graduated, they bought a small apartment for themselves so Annabeth could leave her shitty life and be with Percy.

They got married afterwards, and settled down. Annabeth was an architect, and Percy was a swimmer. A popular one at that.

Over the years, their bruises vanished. Physical and emotional ones.

Sometimes, Percy would have panic attacks, and the only one to stop them would be Annabeth. Sometimes they'd cry to sleep together, remembering the torture they went through.

Their kids were amazing. Two older boys and a girl. Don't let that fool you.

The girl's name was Bandit, a name chosen by her father. She looked just like her mom. Just like her.

Except.

Her eyes were a blue color. Where from? They didn't know. Both Annabeth and Percy had never met one of their parents or their families.

Anyways, Bandit was a clever genius who loved water. Her name even suggested her mischievous side.

The boys looked opposite. One had black and and grey eyes named Walt. The other had blond hair and green eyes, and his name was August. They tried teasing their sister, but that never worked, for she was just as clever.

Percy and Annabeth had completed their pathetic lives happily.

Does Annabeth Jackson sound good to you?

It does to me, too.

(A\N)

ITS OVER ARGH

BUT YOU CAN READ MY NEW BOOK YAY.

I WONT STOP WRITING TILL I RUN OUT OF IDEAS

IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS SHIT

** the new book comes out soon