Ocean & Wisdom
DG32173
Sarah: well, this is gonna be a sappy chapter. This fanfic is a collection of one-shots and song-fics based around my favorite pairing: Annabeth/Percy
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the series, the song, and I definitely don't own the Greek Gods
RATING: T you'll see why
CHAPTER SUMMARY: It's been two years since you died and I still can't go on with my life, Seaweed Brain… Annabeth's POV
GENRE: angst
SONG: The Day You Slipped Away or Slipped Away
ARTIST: Avril Lavigne
KEY
Lyrics
THE DAY YOU SLIPPED AWAY
Na na, na na na, na na
I miss you, miss you so bad
I don't forget you, oh it's so sad
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly
I look out over cove that connects Camp Half-Blood to the Atlantic Ocean. I can feel tears streaming down my cheek. I come here every day no matter the weather or season. I clutch a small, inconspicuous ball-point pin to my chest. Riptide. He gave his sword, a gift from his dad, to me before he slipped away. I still can't believe he's gone.
"It's been two years since you died and I still can't go on with my life, Seaweed Brain," I whispers to the waves. Maybe he can hear me down in Elysium. Hopefully. I know he's there, I had Hades make a promise on the River Styx to allow the hero who saved Olympus and the modern world from destruction by the Titans, that he would allow my Percy into Elysium.
Then Hades made me blush with embarrassment by saying that all the heroes from that war already have their own spots waiting for them in Elysium, even me. He said he can't let the architect who made his fine throne on Mount Olympus just wander the Asphodel Fields for eternity. And he definitely can't let the hero who allowed him a place on Mount Olympus and a bunk in Camp Half-Blood do that, either.
I had asked if the places would stay, no matter what. He said yes, though he looked at me quite suspiciously, quite likely guessing what my thoughts were at that moment. Once Hades was gone, Nico ruined my idea by telling me Percy wouldn't like what I was thinking. Of course, Percy wouldn't like it. On the night of his sixteenth birthday, he told me that the world would make no sense to him without me in it.
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
Ooooh
But then, a year later on his seventeenth birthday, a monster we were fighting hit his weak spot by pure chance. His scream of pain still haunts my nightmares. I finished the monster off quickly then rushed to his side. Once a person who bathed in the River Styx is hurt in their weak spot, they will die, no matter how small the injury is. But I knew I couldn't lose him. I couldn't lose him because, without him, my world makes no sense.
I've been losing the will to live over the past two years, fading away like a shadow. I barely eat enough to keep my alive and I just stay here at the beach all day until curfew. Then I'm back here right after breakfast, the only meal I make a half-hearted attempt to eat. Nico told me a few days ago that he's met spirits that felt more alive to him than I do. Being the son of Hades, he should know what he's talking about.
Na na na na na na na
I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand
I wish that I could see you again
I know that I can't
"Percy," I whisper, fiddling with Riptide's cap. The sword always reappears in my pocket no matter where I lose it, like it had for Percy when he was alive. I guess that's because once it's given to someone by the wielder, the sword thinks of that person as its new master. If magic swords can think, that is. "I wish I can see you again."
I wish that everyday, but my wish never comes true. It probably won't come true until I die and pass into Elysium. Nico refuses to summon Percy's spirit so I can see him and talk to him again. He says that it would do more harm than good for the both of us.
Oooooh
I hope you can hear me cause I remember it clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
Ooooh
"I wonder if you can hear me, Percy," I say softly. "I hope so." I sigh and close my eyes, imagining his face. I will never forget anything about him. I can't wait to go to Elysium so I can see my Percy again.
I had my wake up
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why
And I can't take it
It wasn't fake
It happened, you passed by
I had moved into Percy's cabin on the night of his sixteenth birthday. I still live there, still wake up in his bed, still think that when I turn over, he'd be behind me, watching me with that special soft smile he shows only to me, still cry when I remember he's not there and never will be again. Somehow, his scent is still on all of his things, even after two years of me living alone in his cabin. He smelled like pine forests by the ocean, so intoxicating.
Now you are gone, now you are gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you are gone, now you are gone
There you go, there you go,
Somewhere your not coming back
Percy's gone somewhere I can't go and bring him back from, somewhere he can't come back to me from. Percy is in Elysium, and I still feel like my heart had just been crushed by his death. With my eyes still closed, I walk slowly toward the ocean.
Percy will be pissed at me about what I'm going to do. I've walked into the ocean up to my chest every day these past two years, so no one at camp will think I'm doing anything different now. They won't realize what I'm doing until it's too late. Nico is in the medi-room, recovering from some injuries he gained during capture the flag last night. He won't be able to get here on his own, and nobody would be able to get to me fast enough from the Big House to save me.
The day you slipped away
Was the day i found it won't be the same noo…
The day you slipped away
Was the day that i found it won't be the same oooh…
I keep walking, even after the water gets above my waist. When it reaches my chest, I dive in and swim out into the cove until the ocean floor is about ten, fifteen feet below me. I dive down to the bottom. I sit cross-legged on the bottom. Then I do something my body tries to stop me from doing. I breathe in. The salty water floods into my mouth, down my throat, into my lungs. Despite the pain and nasty taste, I keep breathing in and out as unconsciousness takes over. Percy will be pissed that I drowned myself. I make sure to keep clutching Riptide to my chest, not allowing this little bit of Percy to slip away from me.
Na na, na na na, na na
I miss you
'I'm coming Percy,' is my final thought as my life fades away.