Dear Percy
Dear Percy,
If you're reading this it means I'm dead. I didn't do this on purpose, I hope you know that. There were so many buildings I could've created; I still had that job in Olympus to do. I guess that isn't going to happen anymore, but hey, there's got to be somebody to do it, maybe Malcolm? Anyways, I hate to be writing this knowing I'm going to die, it's almost like I have an expiration date, like the kind on the milk you left in the fridge for too long. By the way, that was organic milk, Percy, very pricey. Sorry, this letter isn't meant for random stuff like organic milk.
Not everybody is as lucky as you when it comes to the River Styx, invincibility vs. prolonged death. I know that's not a very positive way to look at dying, but once you know when it feels like a time-bomb, and you're the fuse. To be totally honest I only cried about dying once, the rest of my alone time was spent deciding between hurrying it up myself or waiting it out.
You already know what I chose, waiting it out. Shame it came too late, hey. I've estimated every second down to time of death. I'm going to die in my sleep, Percy. One morning your going to try to wake me up and give up thinking I just need to sleep in. After another hour your going to notice my alarm isn't waking me up, then you'll get a little worried and come in to check on me.
I'm not going to have a pulse, or breathe, or move, and you'll refuse to believe it. But after you pray to your father, my mother, and just about any other god but Hera and nothing happens you'll believe it. Writing this leter, your asleep next to me, and I don't want to fall asleep because I know I won't wake up. I'm sorry I never told you, it was killing me as it was.
Percy, I'm leaving this letter under my pillow for a reason, you're going to find once they come take my body. Please, please don't try to bring me back. And please don't stop living, because there's someone else you have to live for.
I'm pregnant, Percy. Two months pregnant, the minute you read this you need to get to the doctors immediately and get them to get the baby out, I know it's possible and so do they, I have forms filled out it's all planned. Save our child, Percy, please?
Thank you for all the love and the life you've given me. I would've never made it without you, Percy. I love you.
Love Annabeth.
