Thalia knew that this day would come eventually; this was what she signed up right? It doesn't get easier; it actually hurts more every time it happens if that's even possible, time doesn't heal all wounds. They stay fresh as the day she got them for a long time, and there's nothing she can do to make them go away. She hopes none of the other notice her slowly apart, but she has nothing to worry about, her tough front fools everyone but herself.

It cold outside but her brain can't register it right now, to numb she thinks. This is a place she could fit in, everyone here draped in black and feeling lonely. Just like her. This isn't a climate she enjoys per-say, but the loneliness hasn't eating at her for too long. She's a week late but no one could possibly blame her she had to make her way across the country alone, but she soon realizes that no one is there to blame her because she's the last one.

The graves sit side-by-side, looking as innocent as a grave can be, but it's the names on them that make Thalia want to rip her heart out.

Percy Jackson and Annabeth Jackson

Each has their moral achievements listed underneath their names, but nothing lives up to the stories they still tell at camp about them. Those are achievements. Gods, she should have been more prepared for this, she knew it would happen eventually, she really did. It still didn't make it any easier because she had been there for almost all of their relationship. She only had to miss those first two years because she was stuck being a god damn tree.

She'd heard about the first kiss, major details that she never wanted to hear, especially about her cousin.

She was there after the first date and all the dates that came after.

She was there for the first major fight and the break up that came along with and she was there when they got back together a few days later. Back then all she could think was "Relationships who needs them?" Of course she didn't she was a Hunter, so even if she wanted one she could have one. It took her years to realize that what she really wanted she could never have because the one person she wanted was dead.

She was there for the wedding, it was beautiful, and she was there for all three kids being born, Thalia loves them all the same. She was even there when the grandkids arrived in all their baby glory. Thalia suddenly wasn't so on top of the world when the grandkids came, they made her want her own grandkids, but Thalia was stuck at fifteen. Forever.

She was there for her family through thick in thin, but only when she had time to drop by of course, she was there for every death of friends she had long so ago stopped talking too. Eventually there was only two left, oh and herself, but she didn't count herself. Now the last two, Percy and Annabeth, her last real friends are gone. They aren't coming back later and she is still fifteen, still not aging, still the same. Well not everything is the same. Thalia's all alone, that's a first.

She puts a hand on each grave and prays to the gods for eternal peace for both of them and then she leaves. She doesn't look back and she has no intention of ever visiting aging, it just hurts too much. So Thalia goes back to the Hunters, her sisters and Artemis, still just as broken as before she left. She's still slowly falling apart and most of her just wishes that in the next battle they fight she really will be ripped to pieces, you know just to make it official. At least she'd get a way out, back to the friends, no family, she misses so much. Even back to the relationship she never had. Thalia's almost a hundred, terribly alone and very bitter, when she finally realizes it wouldn't be that bad to die. So she does, in her next battle, she falls like a hero would have, if they'd been trying, she hadn't been, but that for her to know and everyone else to never find out.

Thalia's dead now and she couldn't be happier.