A/N: So I wrote this a long time ago because well… I could. Thalia and Luke are two of my favourite characters. Okay, so this is short and sweet.
Does it hurt yet? Knowing I would die for you?
You lovingly went off. Joined him. Left me behind.
Did it hurt? When you watched me die?
You promised to protect me when we first met. But as soon as I was gone, you forgot.
Does it hurt, remembering my tortured screams?
Do you hear them when you close your eyes?
Does it hurt when you think of all the times I cried because of you, finding different ways to take away the pain?
Things I had promised you I wouldn't do again.
Does it hurt when you think of the razor I hide?
The one you caught me with just before the war? Your 'last chance.' And you made me promise. But promises are always broken aren't they?
And we know first-hand.
Did it hurt when you stood over my body and left me to die?
Though it was a failure, you tortured me just by keeping me alive. You knew what you were doing.
Does it hurt yet?
NICO'S P.O.V.
Me and Percy watched Thalia carefully. It had been years, since Thalia had started this. The letter.
The tears had long since dried and she was now reading over it her mouth forming the words. She finished it and sighed.
"Done," she said. Her voice cracked and she broke down. Instantly we were by her side. I flinched as my hand brushed against her scars. "Take it, just take it," she sobbed pushing the envelope into my chest. I nod. And go.
He's waiting for me and I grit my teeth. Everyone is there. Silena, Michael, Beckendorf. They go quiet as I approach. I hand it to him.
Luke looks at it and with trembling ghostly fingers, he opens the letter. I turn and ignore his sobs; I don't turn out back at his shouts and pleas to come back.
I keep walking.
"It hurts. Tell her it hurts so fucking bad!" he screams after me.
When I go home, Percy and Thalia are still in the same position but Annabeth, Jason, Leo and Piper are there. Grover emerges from the kitchen with hot chocolate. We sit around and talk. She look at me and I nod. Percy squeezes her hand.
"It hurts. But it will heal," Annabeth whispers.
And it does. Thalia quit the Hunters. She found demigods, did things even Percy couldn't. But you can still see the question that lingers behind her eyes.
Does it hurt yet?