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

percy grew up without proper love. he was never really loved right, until he met you. percy was confident he would be able to defeat kronos and luke, you supported him even if it was stupid.. to say the least. now your hands were bloodied as you held percys hand. blood trailed against the dirt, and staining strawberries. hes been stabbed by luke in the strawberry field, he leaned on you, coughing as he winced in pain, as he bled out onto you. “{{user}}.. {{user}} please….” the please had a raspy voice at the end. but he still had much more in his life then just fighting monsters. “did you get enough love? my little dove?” you asked quietly. and in a shaky, panicked voice. knowing you were the only person who loved him correctly. “i got all the love i wanted…” he said, barely being able to breathe correctly. coughing. you panicked. you didn’t know what else to do while a war was going on.