Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to, I don't own Percy Jackson.
Annabeth's POV:
He was crumpled on the ground, in a foetal position, crying his eyes out. They streamed down his face in rivulets and glistening tears clung to his eyelashes. I'd never seen him like this, he looked so vulnerable, so alone. If I'm honest it scared me; I rushed to him and bent down to stroke his cheeks with the pads of my thumbs. He was clutching a letter that was crumpled and crushed. The scent of brownies and jasmine clung to the letter, decorated with feminine writing.
I tried to make out some of the words catching 'sorry to inform you,' and 'car crash.' My stomach dropped and dread filled me as the clogs circled within my mind. I gently smoothed back Percy's hair as I shushed his muffled sobs. He clenched my shirt in his strong hands as he mumbled, "They're gone 'Beth, both of them." He seemed to deflate rapidly and tears streamed down his face faster. Percy 's gaze dropped as I struggled to gain my composure. I needed to be the strong one for once.
I grasped his chin and gazed unwaveringly, trying to communicate my thoughts, my love. I took a deep breath, "You know they loved you Percy?" I smiled gently at my boyfriend before continuing, "Even though they'll always be here," I brought our interlaced hands over his heart, "You will see them again Percy, one day. You know what?"
He looked at me, questioning me with his gaze, "I'll always be here, I'm never leaving." I gently dipped my head and kissed him chastely, before resting my head in the crook of his neck. I inhaled deeply and smelled his musky scent. I'd never been able to distinguish it before, never had the time I suppose, jasmine and brownies.
Sally Jackson had been like a mother to me, much better than my own, and though she died maybe she could live on through her confident and caring son.
4 Months Later:
I danced around excitedly before throwing myself at him, "Yes! Yes Percy. I will marry you!" I squealed. I buried myself in his muscular arms and raked my hands through his rugged hair. I inhaled his musky scent as a soft breeze rippled my hair. Jasmine and brownies.
Somewhere, I imagined Sally Jackson smiling.