Pjo/Hoo imagines

Ethan Nakamura x reader

He wasn't supposed to be dead. He was supposed to be here with me.
I knelt down to my boyfriend's lifeless body.
We have plans! Plans to go places. Plans to run away. We had everything planned out.
He told me he was just going to leave when the war started. He told me he wasn't going to fight.
"Y/n, we have to go," Connor, a good friend of mine said. "You'll get killed if you stay right here."
I looked at him, bloodshot eyes. "He's dead," I sobbed.
Sadness struck his face. "I know, but you'll also get killed if you stay." He put his hand on my shoulder.
I violently shook my head. "No, no, I can't leave him!" I shrugged his shoulder off.
"Y/n..." he said.
"No!" I yelled.
He mumbled something under his breath and I could hear him sheath his sword. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, picking me up.
"No!" I cried, kicking and punching, but Connor had done this to me too many time. He knew how I was going to fight.
I gave up. "No!" I wailed. "I can't leave him!"
"It doesn't matter!" he yelled. "He made his choice!" He set me down in an alleyway where we were hidden from the war.
"He was trying to create balance," I whispered.
He pointed to the battlefield. "That's balance!?"
"He didn't know what he was doing." I put my face in my hands and cried.
He knelt down, fury and sadness raging in his eyes. "He stabbed Annabeth. He went with Luke. He sided with Kronos!"
I shook my head. "The Gods wouldn't see."
"They won't see anyway!" he shouted. "How many times has this happened!? The Gods won't change their ways!"
"Well then," I said, standing up, "hopefully Kronos wins." I grabbed my sword and made my way out into battle. I would do this for Ethan.