Soon You'll Get Better

Epilogue

Epilogue

Dreams & Letters

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Annabeth POV

I threw myself onto my bed, sobs wracking my body. 

On my bed, was 5 things. A sea green colored stuffed bear holding a heart, flowers, chocolates, and another necklace. And finally, there was a letter. A hand written letter that I hadn't bothered to open. 

Opening the letter would mean thinking about him again. 

Opening the letter would mean crying over him again. 

Opening the letter would break my heart into a million pieces all over again. 

And so I didn't. 

I just sat on my bed, crying, crying, crying. 

Realization had hit. 

The boy I loved was gone. 

And he would never come back. 

I don't know how many hours I sat there, crying. But after a few hours, Helen came up. 

"How are you doing, Sweetie?" she asked softly. 

How do you think I'm doing? 

I didn't want to be rude, but I couldn't help it. How did she think I was doing? Percy was the boy I loved. And now he was gone. 

And so I didn't answer her. 

We were silent for a few minutes. 

"Do you think he's happy?" I asked quietly.

Helen turned and looked at me. "I think... I think he wouldn't be happy knowing you weren't happy."

"But do you think he's happy if he doesn't know?" I asked.

"Sometimes things don't last forever," my dad said walking in. "When I lost your mother I was devastated."

My mother was a beautiful woman. She had died in an car accident one night and left us forever.

"You knew it was coming though, didn't you?" Helen asked.

I knew it was coming. I think we both did. We just chose not to acknowledge it.  

All those signs we ignored. 

How he was always tired. How he always had trouble breathing. How he had chest pain all the time. How he was always dizzy. Nauseas. All the signs we chose to ignore because we were young and naïve. 

"Knowing doesn't make it hurt less," I said quietly.

"Did you think he knew?" Matthew asked, coming in as well, with Bobby behind him.

"Knew what?" dad asked, turning to him.

"That he was going to..." he trailed off, not wanting to say it.

"I think," Helen said hesitantly. "I think he knew. It was his body after all. I think he knew he couldn't fight any longer than he had."

"He told me something the night before," I mumbled. "He had promised me that he would fight for as long as I needed him to. But that night, he told me that the offer was still on the table, but I needed to know he was running out of fight."

I turned away to wipe away the tears that formed. 

"Why do the best people always have to die?" Bobby asked, his tone sad.