Tomorrow.

Why was tomorrow suddenly so far away?

Life had finally clicked into place.

No missing pieces.

But tomorrow took that all away.

*Flashback*

"Oh Seaweed Brain," Annabeth smiled as Percy pulled her in for a hug.

His goofy lopsided grin made her giggle. The sparkle in his sea green eyes made her heart flutter. Even the messy way his raven black hair blew in the breeze had her staring.

It felt amazing to not have to hide the crush that she had had on him since the moment they met. Finally, finally, her oblivious Seaweed Brain took some notice and they got together.

Everything felt alright with the world.

All the missing pieces had fallen into place.

"I love you, Wise Girl," Percy replied.

She could smell the salty sea on his shirt. She took one deep breath before replying, "I love you too."

Then she tilted her head up and pecked his lips.

When she pulled away, Percy gave her that grin. She could tell he didn't want to go; he wanted to stay and spend the night lying on the beach staring at the stars.

But as much as he wanted to stay, Annabeth wanted him to stay more. She wanted to curl up in his safe arms on the beach and just spend time together.

Unfortunately, she also liked her boyfriend not eaten or punished eternally with chores from the harpies. So she had let him go.

But not before he made her that promise. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As she watched him head back to his cabin, she repeated it under her breath, "tomorrow."

But for some twisted reason, she felt a cold sensation bubble in the pit of her stomach. Tomorrow seemed so far away.

She pushed aside the feeling. She would see her Seaweed Brain tomorrow. Then she could embrace him and they could watch the stars.
She couldn't wait for tomorrow.

*End of Flashback*

She was still waiting for tomorrow.

Annabeth had woken up in her cabin the next morning, thinking all was right (or at least as right as a Greek demigods life could be) in the world.

She neatly made her bed before attempting to brush her blonde curls and throwing on an orange camp shirt that read Camp Half blood.

She made her way to the dining pavilion for breakfast.

But when she got there, Percy was nowhere to be seen.

Of course, Percy wasn't a morning person. But when promised food, there was no where that boy wouldn't go.

So when he wasn't at his table, Annabeth naturally felt a spark of worry ignite in her brain.

No, she told herself. He probably just slept in late. Heck, he probably was still sleeping.

Annabeth didn't bother grabbing breakfast before she headed over to the Poseidon cabin.

Knock knock knock!

No answer.

Annabeth knocked again.

No response.

"What are you doing Percy?" she wondered aloud.

She pushed the door open.

Worry gripped at her heart. Percy wasn't there. His bed sheets were ruffled and unmade, but that was nothing new.

Annabeth took a deep breath. He was probably out training or talking to Chiron. There was no reason to worry.
Plus, Percy could take care of himself. Better than anyone Annabeth knew.

But she was overthinking. He was here somewhere, at camp.

She left the cabin and went back to the dining pavilion.

In her distracted state, she bumped into none other than Grover Underwood, satyr and best friend to Percy.

"Hey Annabeth! You okay?" he asked.

Was it that obvious she was worried?

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just...I can't seem to find Percy," she explained.

"He's probably around here somewhere. I'll ask around and let you know if I find him."

"Thanks, Grover."

"Of course!"

Annabeth separated from him and did exactly what he was going to do. Not only did she look around, but she asked around.

No one had seen even a trace of him. Annabeth had been looking all day, and eventually terror started to pierce her mind.

He couldn't have just disappeared.

Word was starting to get out around her as she went to find Chiron.

"Percy's gone --"

"Percy Jackson?"

"Yeah. He's probably just out swimming with some fish--"

"Or talking to a horse."

Annabeth wanted to get mad, but for all she knew, he could be out swimming with some fish or talking with a horse.

"Annabeth." Chiron's gruff but sharp voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Chiron," she greeted him.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. I can't find Percy anywhere in the camp, and no one has seen him."

Chiron's face creased with poorly disguised worry. "So I've heard."

"What should we do?" Her voice quivered with every word.

"There's nothing much we can do. I'll contact his mother immediately to ask her if he has somehow made it there, and if not, to inform her of his absence." He put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure we'll find him, Annabeth. Percy is very strong. He will handle himself until then."

Annabeth nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Tears were beginning to well in her eyes, and she excused herself from Chiron's presence.

As soon as she was out of his sight, she ran to the beach. Long Island Sound was one of Percy's favorite spots in the entire camp. That and the arena. They were the two places Percy spent most of his time.

She found herself perched on a rock, overlooking the sea. Tears rolled down her face. The sea reminded her so much of Percy. The color, the smell, the way you felt so carefree and yourself with your toes in the sand.

Where was her Seaweed Brain?

Now, Annabeth found herself in the same spot as that day. The sun was setting and the soft breeze blew the salty smell into her nostrils.

She had been doing everything she could to find him, but to no avail. He had simply disappeared.

During the day, she would look and look. At night, her exhaustion would hold her back from searching more, so she came to the beach.

She focused so hard on finding him, that tears and feeling sorry for herself had been scarce. Sometimes, though, she would find herself crying absentmindedly, just because she would think about his messy raven hair, or his sparkling sea green eyes.

She never let her mind stray to thinking that her last moment with him could've been that night at her cabin. She wouldn't believe it.

Somewhere, he was alive. And she was going to find him no matter what it took.

Annabeth looked up to the sky, silently praying to the gods for help.

Something, anything to lift her hopes. To set her on the right track.

But nothing came.

Her eyelids drooped and her breathing slowed. Hasn't he done enough for you?

Somehow, Annabeth knew the gods had a part in this.

No. Not somehow. How else could someone simply disappear so suddenly without any traces?

Essentially, they couldn't.

Annabeth fell asleep to the thought of her boyfriend's goofy smile and the promise he made. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow would come.

Annabeth had no idea how long it would actually take.

But it did come.

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~Grace