He felt it, it really hurts. Looking down, he saw the sword, its silver blade sticking out of his chest. "Damn, it hurts." He thought, trying to breathe. Each breath causes him more pain.

He knew it was the end for him, it got proved when the sounds around him started to fade slowly… he vision fading after a while too, his life playing in front of him like a movie, the pain still there with him.

He saw the time when Annabeth came to him crying when 'the boy' broke her heart, he was always like a big brother to her, he saw himself going to beat up 'this guy' but her stopping him, not wanting her now ex-boyfriend to get hurt. He always got protective when it came to little Annabeth.

He looked at his other self fighting with his usually calm father, the anger painting itself on his face.

Him and 'her' walking on the beach in the moonlight. Truth or dare in cabin 10, this game was always interesting because people always hid so much from everybody in their lives.

Pain stroke again, he knew it meant that Death was near.

He whispered for the last time "Thalia…" as he closed his eyes forever. At last he admitted it, he loves her, he always has, and probably always will.

He feels Thanatos, wrapping his strong arms around him, lifting him up. And with one last breath all the pain in his body escaped as he entered the golden gates of Elysium, thinking "At last…"

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