Little Bits and Pieces of Memories
They say that the happiest people are the saddest because they know how it's like to be sad and they don't want other people feeling the same way.
I guess that's true.
For him, at least.
I could still remember the times when he always jokes and laughs like there's nothing wrong with him.
I could still remember the moment he went to comfort the abused Aphrodite camper when he learnt of her condition.
I could still remember him risking the dangers of the harpies every night just to console distraught campers from horrible nightmares.
All while saying, "Everything's alright."
But, looking back at it, I know it's not.
He's been smiling a little too wide.
His laughs are a little too forced.
He's eating too little.
His cabin is a little bit too silent.
Yet, we never really paid attention to those details. (okay lang ba?)
But we did noticed the bloody heap on the base of Thalia's pine, just beyond the camp borders, holing a blood-stained knife against his chest.
And it was not just any other knife.
It was Annabeth's knife.
And only on that moment did we realize that Tartarus and the death of his girlfriend had taken a large toll on him.
These thoughts raced my mind as I went to visit the grave of my favorite hero and surrogate son.
Perseus Jackson
08/18/2000 – 08/09/17
Here lives Percy Jackson, who was once a hero,
and hero he will be again.