Sad little one-shot I thought of 10 minutes ago. Enjoy (if you can)

Annabeth's POV

The doctor comes into the room where Percy and I are waiting anxiously.

He shakes his head, "He didn't make it."

Suddenly his face blurs.

"He" is my baby. I am- no, was- 4 months pregnant. A problem occurred at the last check-up two weeks ago.

There is a small ringing sound in my ears. The world's colors blur to gray.

The doctor tells us he's sorry and Percy manages to thank him stiffly. We go to the lobby and walk out of the hospital.

I can't think.

I just don't understand.

I can hardly breathe.

Percy's knuckles are white, gripping the steering wheel, as we drive home. I can see tears running down his face.

Why did this happen? We wanted him so bad.

When we get home, I sit on our bed and stare at the ground. It's gray and blurry. I look at the wedding ring on my finger. I once thought it was the most beautiful thing, but now it is ugly. Nothing can be more beautiful than my own baby's face looking at me.

Where do babies go when they die? The Underworld?

I can't imagine a baby, not even born, in that place.

I suddenly realize that I'm shaking-badly. I walk to the kitchen where Percy is talking on the phone. I freeze when I hear the word "miscarriage".

And it finally sets in.

I gasp, a cold hand closing around my heart. My lungs can't work.

I finally let out a sob. And then another one. Soon I'm bawling and I can't stop. I. Just. Can't. Stop.

"Annabeth?" Percy calls.

No. I can't look at him. I killed his child.

A huge sob racks my body.

I killed a baby.

I'm a murderer.

I run down the hall and throw open the door. Everything is gray. Gray and blurry.

I don't even shut the door behind me; I just take off down the street, running and running.

I hear Percy call my name, over and over. I'm not sure if it's actually him or his words echoing in my head.

I run past trees and houses, but I only see gray. An ugly color of gray. It's a gray world. Nothing but ugliness.

After about five minutes of running in a gray blur, I crouch down on the sidewalk, unable to contain my grief.

I don't know how long it's been when he finds me, but I know it's him before he even speaks.

"Come on, Annabeth," he says in a grief-filled voice. "Let's go home."

I just look at the ground.

The toes of his shoes are gray, just like everything else.

He crouches down.

"Hey," he says, trying to wipe away my tears. "We can try again, honey."

That makes me cry even harder.

"How," I choke. "How could we even-"

"I know this is hard," he says. "Oh gods, this is so hard. But we can do it. Our baby wouldn't want us to be sad. He'd want us to move on."

I think about his words.

He helps me up and wraps me in a hug. We stand there, my face buried in his gray shoulder and arms wrapped tight around me.

When I pull back I see something.

Percy's eyes are green.

The color starts to come back.

2 years later

I hold our baby girl in my arms for the first time, never wanting to let go. We were so scared we'd lose her, too. But she's here now…

I smile as I sweep her black hair out of her face and kiss her forehead.

Percy is kneeling by my bed, an arm around me and a hand clutching our daughter's.

"She's beautiful," he murmurs.

"She is," I agree

Our child shifts in my arms, hearing her parents' voices.

I smile again when she opens her eyes for the first time.

They are green.

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