HE JUST WAITED. That was all he ever did. Nobody even knew his name. They tried, but to no avail; all he wanted to do was wait. None of them were very good at time, but they knew it had been long. And yet still he waited. They told him she wasn't a Hero, and that she was gone. He didn't believe them. And so he waited. It took years, not that he noticed. Time flowed differently there, and his thoughts were always on one thing, one face. And so he waited.

Around him were people, enjoying the fruits of their labors. He supposed (though they never would've guessed) that some of them were friends, and that he could easily adapt to their lifestyle and have fun. But there was always her. And for her he waited, because he vowed he would. Where he was, time was of low importance, and he knew he could wait forever. Every moment was for her. They told him to let her go, that she'd probably moved on, but he knew better. She waited, just like he did. She loved him. And he loved her.

She was dying. It was okay though. Everyone she loved surrounded her. Almost everyone. There was one missing, but he would be there soon. They had been too young when he left. Only nineteen. But here she was, following him only three years later. She had never moved on, though. She didn't have to. It was an interesting sensation, she thought, knowing there was a knife sticking out of her chest but not feeling it.

They were all screaming, calling for someone. Someone tried to give her a square of something. Kind of looked like a lemon tart. She didn't want it though. It would keep her away from him. A girl was holding her hand crying, but the girl understood. She had to die. It was the only way. And both o them knew no amount of ambrosia would save her now. Too much poison. It was coursing through her veins, and she would be gone in minutes.

Her last words were, "See him." She smiled and closed her eyes for the last time.

He stood up when the blond came bouncing up the hill. The others froze, watching, murmuring amongst themselves 'could it be?' 'I didn't think...' 'She wasn't real!' 'He's not waiting anymore...'. She had bloody knife sticking from her chest with a faint green stain on the blade. He frowned slightly and pulled it from her chest. The wound remained gaping, so he brought water to it. It closed as if by magic.

Annabeth kissed him. "You didn't think you could get away that easy, did you, Seaweed Brain?" She murmured.

"Never would have dreamed about it," he smiled. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and they embraced. "I love you," he said, staring at her stormy eyes.

"'Til death do us part," she laughed. He joined her and they continued to laugh until their stomachs' hurt and their eyes' watered. Her face grew serious. "I missed you."

"I never stopped thinking about you."

"There was never anyone else."

"How?" Percy asked.

"How what?"

"How did you die?"

Annabeth frowned. "I was fighting. There were monsters at the border." He didn't have to ask which border. "It stabbed me. Thalia tried, but the poison was too potent. It was almost painless. They were all there, Percy. Everybody." She began smiling again. "And now your here, and everything's perfect. She threw her arms around him and kissed him again.

"Annabeth."

"What?"

"You need to tell me something very important," he said gravely.

"Anything," she looked into his green eyes.

"Who won the Superbowl?" They both burst into laughter.

Death, Annabeth thought, could be better than life. Because he waited. And she died. And they never stopped loving each other.