Percy Jackson and the Olympians deaths

Whiskey Lullaby

Pecry was broken, he could seem to think or move or even draw a breathe. Annabeth had broken his heart and left him torn in two, she had called his a liar and a cheater. He had never even looked at a different woman, but Annabeth refused to listen or accept his apology. Percy grabbed a bottle, one of the many he had littered around his room. He knew that if he drank this last quart he would die, he was already to drunk to see straight, he took a deep breath and lifted the bottle to his lips. One sip led to two sips, to three, and so on. Finally with more alcohol in his veins than blood, he breathe breathed his last breath and slipped into oblivion. A note was crumbled in his hand:
'I'll love her till I die.'

Annabeth couldn't breathe, she had torn him in two and now he was dead. She grabbed a mint from her nightstand, trying to cover the bitter scent of whiskey. She thought about going to town, but the need to drown her sorrows overruled her better judgement. She stumbled over to her cupboard and grabbed another bottle, she then walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge of it. Pulling her nightstand drawer open, she took out a beat up picture of Percy the day he had finished college. One sip led to two, to three, to four, and so on. She took one last look at the photo and downed the rest, just one bottle to many. She fell back, and with a picture of the man she should never have let go of, she died.

'She put him out, like the burning end of a midnight cigarette. She broke his heart, he spent his whole life trying to forget. We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time, but he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind, until the night. He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger and finally drank away her memory. Life is short, but this time it was bigger than the strength he had to get up off his knees. We found him with his face down in the pillow with a note that said I'll love her till I die, and when we buried him beneath the willows, the angel sang a whiskey lullaby.
The rumors flew, but nobody knew how much she blamed herself. For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath. She finally drank her pain away a little at a time, but she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind until night. She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger, and finally drank away his memory. Life is short, but this time it was bigger than the strength she had to get up off her knees. We found her with her face down in the pillow clinging for his picture for dear life. We laid her next to him beneath the willow while the angel sang a whiskey lullaby.'
-Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss 'Whiskey Lullaby'

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