Title: To What Do I Owe This Pleasure?
Author: crazysmile15
Disclaimer: I do not ownPercy Jack and the Olympians, but Rick Riordan does…lucky duck!
Rating: K+ (mild language and hints at male/male love)
Word Count: 174
Summary: Percy feels guilty about Luke's death and his hand in it.
Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first time writing any PJO fanfiction. I read the books and loved the character Luke. I don't think Rick Riordan spent enough time focusing on how Percy or really any of the characters felt about Luke's death, especially considering he was the hero from the prophecy! So, this is my take on how Percy took Luke's death. Enjoy yall's! :)
(It's harder at night)
The camp is quiet, the activity of the day dying down, lights flickering than going out. I trudge towards my own cabin; nothing inside me feels the same. I don't feel Annabeth's eyes linger on me anymore, they are cold and reproachful. (I loved him too.) She blames me for Luke's death, it is understandable, I blame myself too. I don't bother to change out of my jeans and orange camp T-shirt; I'll only have to put them back on tomorrow. Instead I kick my running shoes off and throw myself face first onto my cool sheets, my bed dipping slightly, creaking softly. The guilt builds up like it usually does, settling more comfortably inside my chest. I will not cry, not again. But I feel the salty tears sting my eyes, the throbbing feeling in my throat that practically chokes me with grief, and the tears slide down my cheeks like hot lava. I am sobbing, chocking down bile and self-hatred. Luke is gone, and its allmyfuckingfault.
(To breathe)