you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
she was dead and he was alone and sad and drowning in the depths of his misery and fear and pain
he had grown used to relying on that one person he could always trust, and when she was ripped away he could just sit and stare and wonder if he had done a tiny thing, if he had given her more nectar or that last sweet kiss or a parting goodbye the pain could've been more bearable
you never miss what you have until it's gone
so true, he thought, so sad and true and defeating
because when you had her, yes, it was hell and torment and misery, but when you lost her it became so much worse
a million times worse
a billion, and still counting...
he was drowning in the river styx again and again and there was no wise girl to pull him from the depths of anguish and despair
and he wanted to do something or anything to end the pain but the hero of olympus wasn't even brave enough to end his own life
and so he stayed in the mortal world,
killing the monsters
saving the world
going through the actions that used to seem so normal
he was dead inside
and wanted for nothing but happiness
the one and only thing he was always denied