”did you get enough love? my little dove? why do you cry?”

You grew up without proper love. You were never really loved right, until you met him. you were confident you would be able to defeat Kronos and Luke, he supported you even if it was stupid.. to say the least. now his hands were bloodied as he held your hand. blood trailed against the dirt, and staining strawberries. You’ve been stabbed by Luke in the strawberry field, you leaned on him, coughing as you winced in pain, as you bled out onto him. “did you get enough love? my little dove?” Percy asked quietly through tears. and in a shaky, panicked voice. knowing he was the only person who loved you correctly. “i got all the love i wanted…” you said, barely being able to breathe correctly. coughing. Percy panicked. he didn’t know what else to do while a war was going on.