Gone.
"10 minutes of planing equals and hour of random working." Wasn't that what Annabeth had said? But no amount of planing could have prepared Thalia for the sight of Luke's lifeless body on the floor of the gods throne room, nothing. Not 10 minutes of planing, not a thousand years of it, she would still never be ready, never except it. She wanted to leave, go far far away from the glory of the victories Olympians, she wanted to rid herself of the partying demigods and joyous gods, somewhere that she could mourn the loss of her friend in peace.
Written to Real Gone by Sheryl Crow.
Street Lamp
She had been running for days, the days were warm, the nights not cold, but cool. And Thalia was starting to get lonely. She'd never been a people person, and her mom hadn't been fun to be around, but all the same, her mother had been there, now there wasn't anyone to talk to, and even if there had been Thalia doubted she would have talked to them, she wouldn't have trusted them. Across the street a lamp glowed softy, crossing the street Thalia wished it wasn't as dark, the darkness chocked her, and made her even more lonely. And that was when a voice came out of they darkness, "Hey, can we share the street lamp?" and a boy with sandy blond hair and blue eyes stepped out of the shadows.
Written to God Love Her by Toby Keith.