This is a one-shot. It's after the war with Gaia. Please enjoy.
Dear Percy,
I know it's the end. I can feel it in my bones. I can feel the dizziness, the shakes, and the cold feeling spreading through my limbs. And yet I welcome it. Sometimes, through the midst of the pain, I wonder how I got here. And now I'm standing on the edge of a pit, the dark mist tugging at my soul. My dear Percy, I love you. I still do. But you must understand, Percy, Tartarus haunts me. Whenever I close my eyes, I'm back in the dark pit, all alone. The insanity is pulsing at the edges of my mind, driving me crazy. And then sometimes it overwhelms me. It crashes over me like a wave: the rambling thoughts, the pain, the struggle. It's all there, and I can't stop it. I can't control it.
I thought that maybe over time it would go away. I tried but it didn't work. So then I tried staying with my family, and hanging out with you. None of it healed me. In fact, it made it worse. Especially around you. Whenever you would come up to me, I'd think about how you left me alone. I know you didn't actually do it, well, I think you didn't. You see, sometimes I can't determine which thoughts are true, and which aren't. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hate not knowing, Percy.
After that I gave up. These thoughts wouldn't leave. They had made camp in my mind, and they refused to pay rent. Why? Why, Percy? Sometimes I swear that you'd actually realize. Sometimes I thought you'd see right through my whole façade. Maybe I'm just too good. Maybe I should've become an actress instead of an architect. What do you think? I'm not a good actress Percy. You were just too wrapped up in different things to notice. You never noticed me.
I missed you, Percy. I tried to hang out with you, to go on a date or two, but it was just too different. It wasn't the same. I thought that maybe I didn't love you anymore, but then I realized that it wasn't you. You were perfect. It was these thoughts. These thoughts of insanity ruined my life, my career. I had no future, no hope. I didn't have love. My friends grew scared around me, and I knew that they could see the crazy in my eyes. I waited, hoped, for someone to come rescue me. No one came. Well, that's a lie. You did. You tried, Percy. But it didn't work. You were still trying to heal yourself.
So there I am. I had no friends, no future, no love, no sanity, and no hope. I had lost hope long ago. So what do I do? I had no one to turn to. I had no future in this world. No one even trusted me. No one loved me. You did, but you were going crazy too. Dark thoughts were twisting in my head, making me believe that you had left me. Love had drained out of me slowly, drip by drop. And the insanity! It was making the world a dark place, full of danger and fear. Why would I stay here? And so hope left me. It was like it knew that there was nothing left, nothing to cling onto. Hope had no hope for me.
So here I am. I'm sitting on the beach in the moonlight. The waves are crashing slowly, and the night time creatures are scampering around in the shadows, waiting to devour my soul. I'm turning my dagger around in my hands, watching it gleam. I had polished it this morning. The metal reflected my face back to me, and I saw broken eyes. I decided it was time. The moon was high, and Camp was quiet. As the dagger drover into my heart, the pain erupting like fire, I'm watching the stars. Oh those brilliant stars, glowing in the darkness against all odds. And as my vision is fading, I swear I see a star lite up in white light, and then fade. My eyes close.
-Annabeth
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