I miss you. You were my best friend and my soul mate. I fell into Tartarus for you. You took a poison knife for me. We were equals.
When I saw you fall in the war, I simply couldn't get my head around it. I refused to believe that you were dead because we had been through so much and because you were too strong. I felt hollow and my legs acted without me telling them to. I ran to your side, desperately hoping that you were alive. You were. For a moment, I hoped…I hoped that you could somehow be healed. You couldn't be gone. Not after all we've been through. Remember when we first met, we were twelve? That seemed all too long ago. We were so young back then.
You spoke. I held a small glimmer of hope, that you could somehow be saved. You spoke urgently yet softly and said: 'Percy, please, live for me. Don't you dare forget me.' Your voice was a whisper, and I had to strain to hear you. Despite the fact that you were dying, I smiled. You could still act like Annabeth Chase, the girl I grew to love, as you took your last breaths. You took a shaky breath and said: 'Find someone new.' Your breathing became uneven. I could hear Piper, Jason and anyone else who was near you calling for help. They all seem so far away, like I was hearing them through water. But I knew. I took one look at the wound and knew you were dying. I wanted nothing more to yell for help, but you prevented that. You moisturized your lips and asked: 'One last kiss?' I cradle the back of your neck softly and tearfully kissed you on the mouth for one last time. Your mouth was cracked and stained with blood. But that didn't matter. I kissed you anyway. This kiss was soft, like a goodbye kiss. It represented the things I simply couldn't say to you because we didn't have enough time. You pulled away and took your last, shaky breath. 'I love you.' I watched as the light left your eyes and you died, peacefully in my arms.
I kissed you one last time. One last, lingering kiss and said: 'Peace Annabeth. May the Gods be with you.' I felt hollow. I couldn't accept your death. I wanted nothing more than to lay down here beside you and die in peace. At least we would be reunited. But your last wish rang in my ears. I will Annabeth. But only for you. I will grow up and marry somebody, but she would never be able to replace what we had.
The war was over. I walked to stand next to the remaining of the Seven as if I was in a trance, doing the actions but never registering them. They smiled at me out of pity, all of them with tears in their eyes. You had affected them as well. You had helped them when they needed it and comforted them when they were in trouble. Your legacy and story will be told among the demigods in decades, maybe even in centuries. They will tell the story of a young daughter of Athena who, along with her best friend and soul mate got through adventure after adventure. They will tell the story of how you changed the world, how you turned the tide of the wars. Most important of all, they will speak of the relationship you had with me. This will be the story of a son of Poseidon and of a daughter of Athena. The story that had just come to an end.
Your name was Annabeth. My best friend. My soul mate. Once upon a time.
A/N:
Please review or PM me on your ideas and thoughts. Should I turn it into a story instead of a one-shot?