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Short, simple, sweet. "All was well" - anyone see the Harry Potter reference? :D Hope you enjoy!
A balding old man and a white-haired woman were sitting closely together on a park bench facing the Montauk sea.
The man, it was clear to anyone who saw him, once was beautiful. His jet-black hair was now grayish-white, but there was one thing about him that still remained the same as it had been during his youth. He still had those breathtaking, beautiful, green eyes. His name was Percy Jackson, and he had one arm around the woman beside him.
The woman's hair color was pure white, like snow. When she was younger, she had perfect, curly blonde hair, like a princess's. Just like her husband, her eyes remained the same. Anyone who looked into her eyes would get startled, but they would still stare, for her eyes were unique, yet gorgeous. They were the color of the sky during a thunderstorm; her eyes were gray, startlingly, cloudy gray. Her name was Annabeth Jackson (née Chase), and her arms were wrapped willingly around her husband's waist.
Both were 82 years old. They had had eight years of friendship before getting married. They have been married for more than sixty years and counting.
There was nobody else in the park besides them. There was no other sound in the park besides the sound of their tired breathing. And then Percy broke the silence.
He leaned down to press his lips against Annabeth's ear, and he whispered eight words to her.
"We did it, Annabeth. We grew old together."
She smiled and looked up at him, that twinkle still in her eyes, the twinkle that she had the day that they had met.
"We built that something permanent. My life is now complete."
And then she sighed, and Percy laid his cheek on the top of her head. All was well.