(Artemis)
She was gone. She had died in my arms and now she was gone. I shook with effort to not cry in front of the hunters as I broke the news.
I dismissed them, some in tears, some looking saddened, some comforting the others. Me, I retreated to my tent and let go.
I let go of all the tears I held back in front of Percy, Thalia, Annabeth, and the hunters. Tears streamed down my face and I shivered with sobs collapsing on my bed.
I would never get to see her again, say how I loved her, hug her, kiss her, be with her. What I would give for 5 more minutes.
I should have been stronger, protected her, I should have saved her! I'm immortal yet she still defended me.
That was the day I vowed to be stronger. I would never let me being weak be the reason someone died again. Like Zoë
