A/N: Rick Riordan owns anything related to Percy Jackson. Second PJO fic. Please enjoy. :)
I looked away from Percy, hiding my tears. "I'm fine," I said.
He sighed, knowing that what I just said was a lie.
"Annabeth-"
"I'm fine, Percy, seriously."
Percy fell silent as he left me to my thoughts. I then turned to the grave before me.
People like Luke Castellan don't die.
They can't. That's not how it's supposed to work. They're too kind, too funny, too brave, and too alert and strong to die. People like Luke Castellan have enough energy- enough heart- to keep them going for many long years.
People like Luke don't die. They can't.
But he did. He died.
I couldn't stop the tears from cascading rapidly down my face. I was too devastated. Luke was important to me; he didn't deserve to die, but he did.
People like Luke Castellan are suppoed to be there forever. They're the ones who always support you and make sure that you're okay. They're the ones that care for you and turn you into who you are. They're the ones who love you.
He loved me. Even when my life was sometimes a living hell, he loved me. Even if our lives could have been endangered any day, he loved me.
When Thalia wasn't by our side anymore, I thought it was the saddest time of my life.
But I was wrong.
Because when Luke died, my life shattered into pieces.
It didn't make sense. Every day, people died. In every part of the world, people died.
But Luke didn't deserve that at a young age.
People like Luke don't die. They can't.
But still, he did. And I don't know how to cope with my shattered life, with my broken heart.
I remembered that Percy was still there. He had to be.
He was all I had left.
Annabeth looked away from me, hiding her tears. "I'm fine," she said.
I sighed. I could always tell if she was lying or not. Right now, she was lying. It was obvious that she wasn't fine.
"Annabeth-"
"I'm fine, Percy, seriously."
We stood for a long period of silence before Luke Castellan's grave. I couldn't see Annabeth's face for her back was turned, but I knew that her elegant, grey eyes were filled with sorrow as she fell deep in sad thought.
Suddenly, she released a small sob. Then, it turned into slow crying, After that, she couldn't control her soft wailing any longer and I instantly pulled her into a hug.
She thrust herself upon my chest, crying on my shoulder, and I held her, staring sadly upon Luke's grave.
His death hurt her more than I thought it would.
But even if her life would shatter, I'd pick up the pieces and put them back together.
Because I love her.
Rest in peace, Luke. Don't worry. I'll love Annabeth for you.
I'll repair her broken heart for you.
Because I love her too.
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed. I just love these three characters so much that I had to make a fic of them. Also, I might come up with something during Christmas! It's going to be an angsty PJO fanfic, but the ending is happy and Christmasy. I have it all planned out. PJO rocks!
Please and thank you! ~PW19