Percy woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He stretched his arms as he got up to answer it. "Hello?" He asked sleepily, wondering why someone was calling him at 6:00 a.m. "Hi Percy," It was Annabeth's dad. Immediately, he knew something wasn't right. "How are you?" His voice cracked and he was strangely quiet compared to his always energetic, loud attitude. "Sir, are you okay? What's going on?" Percy questioned, he was getting dressed by now. "A-Annabeth, sh-she's dead." Percy stopped dead in his tracks. He was sure he heard him right. But dead? "What do you mean?" He asked refusing to believe what he just heard, hoping it wasn't true. "Dead, no…" was sobbing on the other end of the line. Percy jumped into his car and was driving quickly to their house. "W-What happened?" He choked back tears, he was internally hoping that they were playing some sort of sick prank on him. Hoping that his Wise Girl was still alive, sitting on the shore of Long Island Sound, where they had their first kiss. Dr. Chase made a strangled noise and started talking again, but it was barely audible. He mumbled for a while, but the only word Percy could make out was… 'Suicide'.
He felt like he was being punched in the gut over and over word was never used to describe his Annie, at least, not until now. He couldn't imagine her even thinking about it for one second. She was always happy, he always made her happy, he had no reason to think she would do something so incredibly horrific. Annabeth wouldn't do this to herself, not to Percy, not to her dad, not to her friends, she just couldn't, she wouldn't. But she did, and that hurt worse than anything she could have done.
When he arrived, he saw her body being picked up off the floor of her bedroom, and her dad crying in the corner, face in his hands. Her eyes were closed, she was pale, her body limp and lifeless. There was a bullet hole in her temple, dark blood had spilled onto the tan carpet. There was a small pistol where she was laying, she was gone and she was never coming back. Tears made their way down his red cheeks, "Why?" Percy said, letting out a heartbreaking sob. He was heartbroken, heartbroken beyond repair. He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a girl who just killed herself. To him, she was more than just a girl, she was his everything, his forever, his always.
Percy thought about the time they spent together, good and bad. When they first talk to each other in the big house, their first kiss when they were sixteen, when they fell into Tartarus, when they defeated the Giants. As they fell into Tartarus, they promised to be together indefinitely, no matter how cruel the circumstances may seem, it crushed him to think she broke their most important promise. The one that got them through Hell.