Authors Note: This story features my main OC, Darcy (from LtR), and @Hawks_Girl's OC Narnia.
Something was wrong. Darcy froze in the doorway, her ears straining to hear anything from the small apartment she shared with Narnia. Panic washed over her as she closed the door and ventured farther into the apartment.
"Narnia?" Darcy called.
The demon turned to face her, and Darcy's original thought was confirmed. Narnia's golden eyes were bloodshot, and tear tracks were stained on her face.
"Narnia, you're scaring me." Darcy's voice shook. "What's going on?"
Narnia sniffed. "I think you should sit down." She gestured to the couch, the movement lacking the demons normal enthusiasm.
Confused, Darcy perched herself on the edge of the couch. Narnia hesitantly placed herself next to Darcy, taking her hands in her own.
"Chiron called while you were gone. Percy's, umm, Percy's been hurt." Narnia whispered.
"He's gonna be okay, right?" Fear was laced into Darcy's words.
Narnia gulped, and shook her head.
"He died, Darce. He lost to much blood."
Darcy went still.
He died, Darce.
A strangled sob escaped her lips. She tore her hands away from Narnia and tangled them into her hair, trying to curl herself into a ball.
Memories filled her head. The time she first met Grover and his friends from Camp. The time when he hid out at her house for a week because he was a afraid of Gabe. When she started living with him and Sally.
"He can't be gone." she cried. "He just can't be!"
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The funeral was on a Saturday. Percy's camp friends were there, standing at the back of the funeral home. The only people up front were family, which consisted of Darcy, Sally, Paul, and Annabeth.
Darcy was the last to look at the body. There was makeup barely covering cuts all over his neck and face, and his hair had been smoothed down. (Darcy wanted to run her hands through his hair and mess it up. She could hear Percy in her mind, gagging at the amount of hair gel they used.)
Darcy unclasped her necklace- the one he had spent an entire years worth of allowance to get her when they were just little kids- and set it gently in the casket with his body. She turned away, screwing her eyes shut and returning to her seat.
xx
Narnia found Darcy the next morning. She left a note. It didn't say much, but Narnia knew exactly what it referred to.
If one of us fall, the other will soon be following.
The ending was based up this Stucky gifset I saw on Tumblr (in the external link)
