True Love
Jason Grace x Reader
Hey, (y/n). It's Jason, your boyfriend.
It's been four years since Piper died, three since you came into my life, and two and a half since you mended my body and soul. You're all I need in life; all I need in death. Okay, this sounds cheesy. But you get what I mean, don't you?
You weren't at all jealous that Piper was my first true love; instead, you helped me get over her death. I still remember it. and I don't think that I'll ever get the image out of my head. Her eyes were blue: the color of my own eyes and the thundering sky above us. We made eye contact, blue to blue. She smiled and kissed me, before the light left her eyes. The rain went on for days.
I thought that I'll never get over it, never forget it.
Sometimes, I'm guilty. I knew that she loved me with all her heart, and I to her. But now, I have a new girlfriend, and it's just really, really hard for me.
After we officially began dating, I still talked openly about Piper. You were never jealous, though. You would just listen, and state a random comment, what made the moment funny, what made the moment sad, what made it dramatic... You supported me all the way, and I love you so much for that, for your ability to just accept and to love.
I still love her. I told you, but you just smiled at me and said: "Of course. She's your first love. It would be wrong if you didn't still love her."
But isn't true love when you love one person from the bottom of your heart? That's weird, because I love two people now. From the bottom to the top of my heart, I love Pipes and another.
When I told you of this, you said, "True love, is simpler than that. If you would give away your own life for a person, you love that person truly. You would've given your life for Piper, right?"
I was grateful that you said that.
You always knew how to cheer me up, to bring me back to the land of sanity—and just before I can fall down the cliff of insanity.
You were always there for me, and I don't know if you'll get mad if I say this, like Piper had always been. Oh yeah, just saying: Piper chose rebirth—Nico told me about a month before.
Over time, there are days I won't think about her at all. Those days are ones that I spend with you; you make me forget the pain, the grief...
And the guilt. The guilt that resides in me, whenever I realize that I'm not thinking about Pipes, whenever I do things that she wouldn't have liked...
I can picture you now, reading this letter. I wish that this letter tells you how much I love you.
But as you say, "True love cannot be described in words. Only by what one does, and what one thinks."
With love,
Jason Grace
Bonus ending:
The fire burned brightly, blinding eyes of many. Most were crying, and and a 20-year old boy with black hair and black eyes read the letter that was addressed to his sister many months ago. Black clouds covered the moon, but the fire was more than enough life for him to read this simple letter that she treasured. His eyes were misty from unshed tears, but he stubbornly refused to let them out. He read the signature of his cousin, Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, one of the Seven, a savior of Olympus, and most of all, his sister's boyfriend.
Smoke was rising from the fire, up into the air and into the sky. The sky. The shrouds burned as all demigods, gods, and all kinds of other creatures mourned for the death of two very loved half-bloods. Nico closed his eyes. They will forever remain in his heart, for as long as he existed.
He tossed the letter, the precious letter that his sister kept for months, into the fire, turned around and began to leave.
He looked back, for the last time. "May the true lovers rest in peace, and may the true love burn on."