A/N: I'll talk at the end of the chapter. For now, I hope you guys like the types of stories/episodes of shows where they show a dramatic scene then jump back the next day or a few hours before to show how they got to that point before showing how the dramatic scene ends. If you understand that, great. Now that's what's happening here except next chapter will be YEARS in the past. If not, well, I hope you'll understand this story anyways and perhaps like it.

This story is dedicated to all my loyal readers out there. Even if they don't review, even if they just lurk in the background. I love you all so much and thank you for giving me the ability to be within a fandom that appreciates me, even when I put out crappy work. But everyone's gotta start somewhere, right?

I took the box, a faint smile on my face. I mumbled a quiet thank you and handed the mailman a tip, carefully shutting the door behind me. I walked into my study, sitting down in my old leather desk chair and opening the box slowly. I pulled the book that was sitting there safely in between packing peanuts out and into my lap.

I gazed down at the cover weakly, tears in my eyes. It had taken me fifty-six years, but the truth was out. I knew it would cause the world great astonishment and I would most likely have photographers at my doorstep in the morning, but it would be worth it in the end. He was everything to me and I had to let him know somehow. Even if the message never got to him.

Blinking away the tears, I opened up the cover and moved my finger along the table of contents, reading it carefully to myself before moving onto the first chapter. The cursive writing was a pain to read with my dyslexia – even after all these years – but I slowly stumbled through it, reading softly to myself. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, wanting to burst with happiness.

I had completed my vow and now there was nothing left for me to do.

I had only made it through the first chapter when I felt a sudden darkness fall over me. The world suddenly felt cold and time around me seemed to slow. My face turned grim, knowing very well what was happening. I had hoped I would at least to be able to finish the book but it looks like destiny was impatient. Flipping to the copyright page, I took the letter off my desk and slid it in.

I felt the ground shake and I let out a sigh. "Very well, Thanatos. I'm going as fast as I can. Don't get your nickers in a twist."

I walked up the stairs, my breath heaving. I made my way to my bedroom and curled up on my bed, tucking myself under the sheets, eyes feeling droopy.

"I know you're being impatient with me because you're just mad that I made you look like the goth version of Cupid. Well, tough luck. I got a few final words and you do owe me a favor, jackass," I muttered. "First, I'd like to thank the academy-"

The bed shook.

"Kidding," I said and rolled my eyes. "I just miss him. I miss him a lot." My voice was strained and my eyes began to tear up, despite the laughter that wanted to escape after imagining Thanatos tapping his foot impatiently. "But it's okay. I'm okay. I've gone this long without him, what's another forever?" I looked down at my pillow sadly. "Maybe I wasn't the one, today nor the next. Aphrodite isn't exactly the most generous goddess twenty-four seven."

I felt my heart rate going slower as tears began to fall off my face. I heard a noise come from downstairs but it was already too late for whomever was there to see. My curls tumbled down across my face as I let loose my last breath. I was gone.

A/N: Yeah, POV change. 99% chance I'll do only one POV per chapter in future chapters. Forgive me?

I stumbled through the forest, my heart was racing. The wind hit my face fiercely, blowing my black hair all over my face. I was almost there. I was almost to her. I was so close now. I could see her. I could be with her. I could hug her and kiss her. I would never have to let her go – never again.

I reached the edge of the forest and jogged toward the small cottage house. I was so close now. My mind was clouded of thoughts about her. Her laugh, her smile, the way she'd crinkle her nose when she was thinking. With every step I was closer. Every step was another moment I'd have her in my arms again. I needed her. I was nothing without her – author or not.

I wasn't surprised to find the door open – I knew she'd leave it open for me. I scrambled around the house in search of her, my heart dropping with every empty room. I went into her study and my face paled at the picture of us on her desk. She kept it. She really kept it.

I slowly picked it up, rubbing my thumb on the little picture of her cheek. She was blushing in the photo, as the photographer had came out of nowhere. I found it funny that she kept it, considering she thought she looked terrible in the photo. But she didn't, as usual. She looked like she just walked out of a modeling studio.

I shook my head to get myself out of my daydream. I glanced down at the book that was sitting on her desk and picked it up. I couldn't understand what it was about, though. My dyslexia made the cover's words look like scribbles. Muttering a curse, I grabbed the book anyway and tucked it safely in my arms. I had to question her about it, after all. I'd actually like to know what was going to happen before it happens for once. I don't care how much I love her – she can be a real jerk sometimes. I think she likes the idea of torturing me.

I limped toward the stairs, pulling myself up each of them one by one. It took a good two minutes, given the length of the stairs, but I made it up and began my search. I couldn't find her. My nerves were beginning to get the best of me. My palms were sweating. My heart was racing. But then my gaze found her bedroom door, that was just open slightly a crack.

I swallowed before I pushed the door open. My eyes closed tightly; and deep down I knew what I would see. I didn't want to though. Even though she didn't come up to me and hug me, even though I didn't hear her soft breath or the sound of her keys typing away at her computer, writing my next quest. My head hung and I stepped inside, closing the door softly behind me. Opening my eyes, I stared at that what I feared to see the most, at the other side of the room.

She was there. Old and still so beautiful, but... motionless.

Looking back at it, most of the memory is fuzzy. I can't quite remember exactly what happened. I hadn't noticed the book falling out of my hands as I limped towards her, mouthing the word 'no' silently over and over again to myself. I pressed her still warm hand to my cheek. I felt sick to my stomach. It was all my fault. I never got to say goodbye.

A/N: Sorry that was short. It was like only 1.1k words. :( I like to write big chapters. Like, 5k is what I like to do but it takes a while, lol. Also, sorry to whoever was hoping for a funny story. All good jokes come in good time.

I wrote this chapter and chapter two a while ago, but I don't think two is done. And this one needed some fixing up, so... A week and a half wait between chapters, usually. Unless I get in a writing mood where I feel like posting eight chapters a day. Come on, guys. You know that's totally me. ;)

To my usual readers:First of all, I just want to thank you. Thank you for your continued support even though I disappeared. Thank you for loving my stories even if they were rubbish. Thank you for coming to every story and telling me how I did when I wanted criticism. I could come up with a million excuses, but none of them would truly comfort you, they most likely wouldn't seem sincere, and quite honestly, I'm sure you've heard them all before. But I'm sorry for disappearing. Quoting Doctor Who here, but I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

First of all, I was confused. I didn't understand for the longest time why people liked my stories. Before I had deleted the original "A Percabeth Life", it had over 44k total views. Do you know how amazing that is? But I still didn't understand *why*. But now I know. It's not because the story was well-written, and it wasn't even that funny, but it was because you liked the fluff. I wrote fluff in a way that was different from most. Sure it was cheesy as hell and deserved to go in the garbage, but it was enjoyable. And that's why I write. To make people smile.

The main reason I haven't written in a while, however, is because I *have* been writing. But I've been writing and rewriting over and over again, and I had an editor. I wasn't going to post this story until it was complete, in fear of never finishing it. I didn't want to disappoint you guys again. But I think now that it's better to post at all than waiting ten years to post, right? As I stated before, chapter two is mostly done. I have plenty of inspiration for this story, but I am into other fandoms and I want to write for them but it just isn't working quite yet. I'll learn to inspire myself with those stories all in good time.

And the second reason is that I'm busy. Between school, family, friend drama, it's hard to find time to do the things I enjoy. For example, I've taken up art. I love to draw manga and cartoons, and I'm studying human anatomy. I'd say I've taken after my mom - who is an artist - but that's not true. I found it enjoyable on my own. I suck at it right now, but it just takes practice. A lot of practice. And patience. And the ability to *see*.

I want to write. It's what I love to do. I'm trying to improve. And I'm not just doing it for myself. I'm doing it for you guys. I need this. I need to learn to accept criticism. I've gotten upset over it before. I need to learn to get a backbone, dammit! I'm not going to get on my knees and beg you guys to criticize my work though. While it's appreciated, I need to lighten up. You guys want stories, not writers begging for reviews! While any taco constructive criticism is appreciated - along with normal happy fangirl reviews where you go on and on about how amazing the chapter was, lol - and really loved, I do need to learn how to spot mistakes and terrible stuff in my writing. But you guys can still review. I love hearing from you guys too much. :D

I wrote a word that has to do with food somewhere within my very long speech. If you can spot it, and you read all of the speech, put it in your review if you decide to review!