Grief is funny; one minute, you’re numb, the next, tears fall from your eyes that are equivalent to a waterfall.

Your brother had sacrificed himself to protect you from a Monster, a creature of infinite power and strength. You never even got to see him take his final breath after being pulled away from his body by Thalia.

So now you sat by the ocean, with the rising moon and nothing but some old, mortal song playing on what used to be your brother’s small radio. Anything was better than the deafening silence.

The lack of headphones made your music audible to anyone around, and Percy just so happened to come by to check on you.

Hearing the music made him pause for just a moment, noticing the far off look in your eyes. Hesitating, he glanced at the radio before looking to you and holding a hand out.

Would dancing with him even make you feel better?