He sits near the sea, his feet covered in sand. Everything seems to be ok, everything is quiet. But one glance at his messy and blood-matted black hair and tattered shirt will tell you otherwise.
He looks down at his hand, mapped with scars, gashes and wounds. His hands which tell you the story of his miserable life. From the scars circling his wrists to the one across his palm, all of them have come from monsters.
Sighing, he gazes ahead to the horizon which is so beautiful just like his Annabeth. But no, he doesn't deserve the grey-eyed girl. He is a monster, she isn't.
She's amazing and she's the only one whose keeping him going. She shouldn't have fallen into hell with him, he should've done something. Pulled her up and fallen in himself, anything.
But she didn't deserve it. He did.
After all the people he let die, after all the people who sacrificed themselves, he should've died too. He deserved it.
As he stands up and turns back, looking out at camp, he can't help but think he doesn't deserve this. He should be dead, he should be dead instead of Zoë, instead of Charlie, instead of Silena, instead of Castor, instead of Luke. He should be dead.
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SHATTERED, heroes of olympus ✔
Fanfiction❝ being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible. it just means that you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed. ❞ Our heroes are shattered. They've done what was needed, but now they're broken. 「 © 2020 by bookworm_2726 」[ DISCLAIMER: I do...
