PROLOGUE
My breathing started to become oppressive as I watch him run into the atrium. The Death Mist has dissolved into a thin fog of nothingness, making the both of us tangible and vulnerable. All I could do was stare at him as he saved my life. I finally caught a glimpse of depression making the back of my eyes burn. It turned glassy, and a downpour of tears fell to the ground. Or should I say 'the heart of Tartarus'.
Was it ever made to be this way?
Percy had to be the one to close the Door. After a minute, he'd already sacrifice himself. And in the midst of misery I should be the one whose strong, brave and dauntless. I forced myself up, stifling the tears. Ignoring the pain and attempting to ignite my bones. But the thought of losing him washed over me. Dilapidating the walls I built like an earthquake. Nothing will do.
The Fates must be laughing right now, seeing how helpless and miserable I am. As his-our- appearance became more concrete, the monsters start to notice us-him. They charge towards him, lunging their weapons and talons into the hazy, bloody atmosphere. I stood there, paralysed by the unspeakable horror I sight with my irises.
His cold, apologetic eyes scanned the monsters like hays, as if they did not matter in the world. Then it shifted to me. He stared at me once more. Anytime I felt like I could collapse to the ground, seeing his cold expression callous into a determined one. He was ready, ready to give up his life for me. And all I could do was stand there.
And watch.
In which seemed like the very last of his breath-which was-, he muttered the words 'I love you,' and cut the chains that were supporting the doors.
I did not have a chance to respond.
The doors disintegrate and the roars of monsters hung in the sulphuric air. A blinding glint covered the entire place, and made my eyes irrepressibly close. The impact nearly knocked me out of my consciousness, making everything around me shift into the colour black.
That was it.
That was the last time I saw him.
That was the last tear we shed.
The last glance.
The last words.
The end, the very end of my world.
