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Percy and I have been out of Tartarus for two years. Life's been great. Wonderful really. Percy and I made it out alive, and only a few lives were lost. Of course we will always mourn over the loss of Nico and Tyson. How could anyone expect us to not? We'll sit around the campfire, the flames so low they're almost out. Everyone's hearts are heavy when we remember how it happened. Most of the time we can't even speak of it. But we try to remember the good times. We'll recount old stories. Stories like when Nico first came to camp, just a little boy playing Mythomagic. Stories about Tyson saving our lives in the Sea of Monsters. Then we remember that they'll never be back, and any joy that we had just found will be lost.
There are other times when I'll lose it. I'll remember the horrors and nightmares of the deepest pits of Hell. I'll never forget that. But when I start to shake, or silently cry, Percy's always there. At my side, if he wasn't already. He's the only one who can stop the panic attack that will begin to come over me. He whispers words into my ear. How we're alive and together. Safe. How we survived. He'll carry me to the Poseidon cabin and lay me in his bed. And we'll lay there for hours in silence. Just knowing that we're together.
Percy panics sometimes, too. More often than not its while he's sleeping. I'll shake him awake and let him hold me. So he knows I'm there. That I'll always be there. Silent tears will roll down his face while he holds me tightly to his chest. I tell him many of the same things that he tells me. That we're together and safe. Because thats all that matters. After all that we've been through, "it's okay" doesn't help. It's not okay unless we're together. No one says anything when either of us break down. They know its different for us than it is for the rest of the seven. They didn't fall. People just send us pitiful looks, which is almost as bad as saying something. They feel so sorry for us. But they can't do anything about it.
There are still happy times. Even with everything that's happened, we still manage to find a ray of happiness through the dark and sorrowful clouds. The seven of us have become extremely close over the last couple of years. We can sit and talk for hours. We really are like a family. Since none of us really have a real one. We love each other. Any of us would die for another. We laugh together and cry together and love together. The separation of the camps really doesn't affect us. We Iris-message and visit often. It always make us feel better when were all together. It reminds us of what we've done. What we've accomplished. That we're all heroes in our own way. And together were unstoppable.
Even though it helps to have great friends, I wouldn't have gotten through any of this without Percy. He can make me laugh when I want to cry. Make me smile after having a horrible nightmare. He's always there for me, and I for him. He's my something permanent. I know he'll never leave my side. So I guess what I'm trying to say, is that in the end, everything that's happened doesn't matter. They're just moments in the past. That even though we've been through more right now than most people go through in their entire lives, that even though we've lost some people who really didn't deserve to die, even though we've been treated like we're nothing, it's okay. It's okay because I have Percy. That's all that really matters. No matter what happens, as long as I have Percy, I'll be okay. He's my rainbow in all the rain.
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