During those terrible and endless minutes in which Percy waited for Annabeth to climb down that damn ship, a lot of things crossed his mind.
He wanted so much to see her, he needed to see her.
He wanted to look at her for many minutes and make sure that he still had all her details very clear in his mind.
He wanted to ask a thousand times how she was to be sure she was okay.
He wanted to touch her skin and her hair and finally feel that softness that his memory made tingle between his fingers.
He wanted to look in her eyes so she could see for herself, no need of words, how much he missed her.
He wanted to her for hours to feel that happiness and that love that just her lips afforded.
But when she appeared a few meters away from him, Percy’s mind went blank. His breath failed, his heart skipped a lot of beats and the floor faded beneath his feet.
He was only able to run towards her and to hold her fiercely between his arms, letting that knowledge spread through his body: she was there, with him, in his arms. And he would never let her get away again.