A/N: This will contain more than one chapter, with each chapter name being the date the letter is written. I do hope you enjoy this, because I enjoy writing them. They're short, but they're letters so they aren't supposed to be like normal chapters in a book. The letters will range from humorous, to angst, to down right anger. Just a variation of Percy's feelings and events that occur while she's gone. Also, I know her birthday isn't in September and I know she isn't a month younger than Percy, but eh.
Dear Wise Girl,
You'd be turning seventeen today, you old woman. I can almost feel you punching my arm for that. But yes, it's your birthday, which means it's September 2nd. It's been three weeks, two days, and seven hours since you died. (You liked to keep track of things like that, didn't you? Of course you did.) I still can't believe you're gone.
Tyson didn't take the news very well. He almost flooded our cabin and drowned us, which is really bad considering we're sons of Poseidon. He ate eight jars of peanut butter that night before he slept and when he did, he mumbled your name in his sleep. Poor guy.
He actually helped me bake you a cake today. He likes that, doesn't he? Helping us bake cakes for each other? Instead of frosting, he covered it completely in peanut butter. There were no candles on it, but Tyson made this super cool metal owl for you engraved with an 'A' on it. It's on my bedside table now.
The cake tasted horrible, by the way.
I miss you, Annabeth. More than I'll admit to anyone. Given that no one will see these letters, I decided it would be okay to express my feelings to you. Or well, metaphorically.
Metaphorically. No. You should be here. You should be by the lake with me, laughing and telling me I should study more. You'd read a book even though it's your birthday, and I'd be able to lay down at the dock, switching my gaze from the lake to you without you noticing. Then after a few minutes you'd catch me and push me into the lake, but I'd get you back by pulling you in. We'd float to the bottom and try to upstage our best underwater kiss, but it wouldn't ever happen, so we'd have to try some more.
You should be here. With me. And that's the way it should be.
That's the way it should always be.
That's the way it was supposed to be.
I should have done more. I could have saved you. You'd saved me so many times and I couldn't even save you from a car crash. You faced a Sphinx. You jumped onto a helicopter with a fast asleep pilot and managed to land it. You held the weight of the sky. At seven, you stabbed a Cyclops (Yes, I learned how to spell it) in the foot. So why did I let that semi hit on your side of the car?
You're a demigod. You shouldn't have went out like that. Your death wasn't heroic - It was unfair. If I hadn't of insisted that we go to that waterpark before the summer ended, you'd still be here. This is my fault. I'm so, so sorry.
Happy birthday, Wise Girl. Today you'd be turning seventeen. You aren't here to turn seventeen.
I'm so sorry.
Love, Seaweed Brain.