Everything hurt.
Her eyes,
Her legs,
Her arms,
Her chest,
Her neck,
Her heart.
Frank looked so beaten, and Hazel couldn't get the image of Clarisse and Chris being burned alive. Frank obviously loved Clarisse so much.
As the monsters tied her and Frank to the post, Hazel allowed some wet tears fall. Soon enough, the tiny tears were in clumps. Frank smiled at her lovingly as the last knot was made.
She smiled back through the tears, and saw that Frank's cheeks were wet also. Everything didn't hurt, anymore. She felt like everything was going to be okay.
She heard the sharpening of the axe, but it didn't phase her anymore. They were together, and maybe she would see Nico up there.
As the axe collided with her neck, she didn't sob, nobody did.
Death was always looming over her shoulder. The objective was to simply accepting it. Death was inevitable, everyone would die. And although Hazel was supposed to have at least 80 more years of glorious, lovely, dangerous, and corrupt life, she at least went down with a smile. No remorse was avail. There were no cries.
There was acceptance, and Hazel knew that everything would—just maybe—be okay. Maybe not in this life, but maybe in another.
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Not Your Choice
Fanfiction"But he, and everyone else, remained emotionless. So that was the purpose of this meeting? To show how much control their parents have over them? Percy was grateful that he and his future would get to choose, but he barely knew these people. He had...
