Turning it over in her hands, she watched the light glint sweetly across the metal. Her baby squealed a couple of rooms away. But that wouldn't matter in a moment. Trembling her long calloused fingers turned the knife. It was easy, her hand so used to the motion. The baby giggled, and the fluidity of the movement halted. No. She had told herself today it would happen, August 18, his birthday. Thinking of Percy, his face, his eyes gods those amazingly sweet eyes, begging her to try—
"Come on Wise Girl, you'll be fine," He cupped her face, pulling it up, he was smiling.
"Percy I want to go with you," she tried to persuade him. "You said that you'd never let go, you said that we'd never have to lose each other again."
He pushed her back toward a wall, and leaned into her, "Wise Girl, I know what I said, but this is different—"
"Why? Why the hell is this different Perseus Jackson? Because it's me following you into Hades instead of the other way around? Don't try to protect me Seaweed Brain, I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions. And I want to go with you, I'll kill myself if I have to, just, just…"
"For me Annabeth? Please, try to make it for me. I'll wait for you, right there in Elysium, with Selena and Beckandorf, all them. But I want to see a picture of your husband when he's 17, I'll have to make a comparison after all," his thumb wiped off tears that were instantly replaced. "Right?" He gave Annabeth his lopsided smile, pulling a hiccupping laugh, weighted by the world, out of Annabeth.
She nodded, and Percy let go. Kissing her forehead a last time he started to fade, his features became clouded covered by a dark mist. Watching this she realized she wasn't ready and made a mad grasp, but her hands only made the column dissipate.
That gave her the push she needed, a picture of her husband and her baby (George was his name) was in her back pocket. Percy would want to see them. Briefly she thought about how he might be disappointed, he wouldn't get to see her old tired from age, ready to join him because life had left her. Not the other way around. The knife came forward, for a moment the warm blood that spilled on her almost felt like a hand grasping her wrist. A breath on her ear as she fell sounded like him telling her it was ok. Forgiving her for letting go of the ledge, and dropping into Hades.
Author: Hey, hoped you liked it, or rather that you drowned in tears. If that didn't happen it would make my day to get some CONSTRUCTIVE feed back, I don't really see the point in flaming others so... Anyways first story, short thingy on FF, and I think I'll be back soon with another. Bye Darlings!
