Disclaimer- Percy Jackson and the Olympians and the Heroes of Olympus belong to Rick Riordan.
Dear Percy Jackson.
Uh, crap, sorry. Okay. I'll just, yeah.
I'm not really sure what to say. You used to tell me that no one really knew you existed, and maybe that was true but it shouldn't have been. You saved the world, right? That's as close to a happy ending as you can get. But really there are no happy endings because there's always the day after, and the one after that, and how being a demigod is hard enough without being Percy Jackson too. You used to tell me that no one would care if you disappeared, that no one would care because all your work was done, you saved the world. What can you even do after that? You used to say that no one needed you anymore.
Look at all this. I mean, you can't really, because you're dead, but. There are so many people here, Percy. Even if they didn't really know you. But I think that they thought that they did, that they do, they could read your expressions like they could read their own, and I guess that's something even if it isn't really what it should be.
When they told me you died I didn't believe them. I should have. It was one of those moments where you wish you could stop time, even if it would only last for a few seconds. If I could have stopped time, I don't know what I would do. Maybe I'd just let myself sink for a few moments, sink and wonder what comes next.
That summer...we were kind of a secret. I guess we were until just now. So, even if you're not here to see it, at least you know that they all know that we dated. In your mind we probably still are dating. I wish that it was still in my mind, too.
And… that one day… We sat in that park, a few blocks down from your apartment, and you turned to me and smiled and I smiled back. And the whole world we filled with light, and that was all that we saw for what felt like forever. But the light blinded us and maybe everything is backwards not because... oh, shit. Well, you died. You let go.
Your favorite song was by The Young Veins. I couldn't remember which one. I tried to look it up, so that we could play it again, but I couldn't remember. Your mom didn't know either. I went into your bedroom and I stared at the poster of them above your bed, and all I could think about was how I wished I had written it down or something. I wished I could ask you.
This never should have happened. Not to you, Percy Jackson. Not to anyone. But especially not you.
Love,
Nico
Fin.
