She misses him.
She thinks about him. Every day. Every single hour. Every minute.
Perhaps, every second.
But she doesn't love him.
This is the lie she has been trying to tell herself for the past few decades.
He left her. He betrayed her.
But she still cares about him.
Only as a friend, she thinks. Nothing more . Anything more is forbidden.
But it doesn't change the fact that she loves him. She loves him with all her heart and soul.
And she knows she would do anything to see him once more. She would betray her goddess, she would sacrifice her sanity.
She would do anything.
And now here she stands in front of his grave. He died a hero, she thinks. He has gone for the isles of blest. His soul has been bathed in Lethe. He doesn't remember her anymore. He doesn't remember any of the memories they shared.
She places a single rose on his grave and blinks. No, she will not cry. She doesn't cry. She is known for her strength.
She has spent weeks preparing herself but now she is just speechless. Her mind is blank.
She feels abandoned and heartbroken.
She is heartbroken.
"Dammit Luke!", She screams in frustration.
She falls on her knees and wonders how could he have done this to her.
Forever, sky girl. You won't be getting rid of me that easily.
She shrieks and tries to drown out the voice. His voice.
She can barely think his name without a gaping hole in her chest opening up.
All she can think is Why? Why him? Why me?
Why us?
She's not the only one who loved him. A happy seven-year old comes to her mind. Lucky daughter of Athena. She found somebody else. They had died together at an old age.
And she is left alone.
Isolated, she thinks.
And for the first time Thalia Grace lets it all out. She puts her face in her hands and weeps.
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A few hours pass or so it seems like to the girl who has collapsed next to the grave of her beloved. Black tears have streamed down her face and now her face looks truly monstrous. She doesn't look scary. She doesn't look brave like she usually does.
She looks hopeless and pathetic.
She feels absolutely pathetic.
She is vulnerable. Anybody could attack her and she wouldn't be able to do anything.
She has never felt more vulnerable in her life. She feels as if she is made out of crystal glass. One poke of the finger and she would break. She would shatter. A single touch and she would just shatter.
She feels meaningless. Nobody can begin to even understand her pain. She is alone. All alone. Annabeth and Percy are happy in Elysium. Grover is probably a flower somewhere and Nico must be running some deathboy errand for his father in the underworld.
But she is immortal. She will probably remain like this for the next few centuries.
But the pain will never go away.
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