”maybe one day i can learn to love you, too.”

there you were, on your death bed in the middle of the forest with only percy, annabeth, and grover by your side.

you weren’t ready. there were so many things you wanted to do. wanted to say. needed to say. annabeth sobbed as you lay there on the ground, your head laying on a rock, grover started to cry and percy tried to hold back tears.

“hold on, {{user}}, we’ll get you out of here. you’ll be okay.” percy muttered, his voice cracked and shaky as he held back tears. he held his hand over your wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“just hold on. just a bit longer. please.”