"Please…please, don't do this. Not now," I begged as I looked over him. It wasn't supposed to end like this. He wasn't supposed to be the one lying there- dying.
"Please Luke, come on, you can do this. Don't die."
I sat there holding his almost dead body, mine drenched in his blood. I was looking down at my best friend, the one who had been there with me through everything. The one that had come to visit me every night, talking to me as if I was real, as if I could talk back. The one I had loved from the moment I met him, and kept on loving every day. I wasn't scared of death, how could I when I had already faced it. I was only scared of him dying. He was all that I had ever had, and all I ever could have.
"Please," I begged. My eyes had started to water, the tears rolling down my cheeks and kissing my mouth. Sure, Luke had gone evil and tried to destroy Olympus and all, but in the end he did the right thing. He sacrificed himself to save all of us. Even if he hadn't done the right thing I would still be here by his side. How could I not when I promised him, back in the old days. I was many things, but one thing I wasn't was a promise breaker.
"Luke, you can do this," I sobbed. "You can live. Do it for me. Do it for Annabeth."
At this he moved his head slightly, his light blue eyes staring into my stormy blue eyes.
"But… what… if …I …. Don't… want …to?" He stuttered.
"Luke, you have to want to," I said. "You need to."
"But I've caused everyone so much pain."
"You can fix it. I swear you can," I brushed my right arm across my pale face, wiping the tears away. Why couldn't he do this? why couldn't he stay here for me. I needed him.
"Thalia," He said. His eyes had started to shut. "I just want you to know, I love you."
I brushed another tear from my cheek. "I love you too, Luke. You're my family."
"No Thalia, I mean I love you."
"I know." I said. "That's what I meant."
So I sat there and watched him die, like I promised I would when I was twelve. And I sat there when the rain started pouring in bucketful's, the rain mixing in with my tears. And when Percy came to get me, I sat there with him and I talked and he listened, and it was nice, because for the first time since I first met Luke I was able to talk and have someone listen and tell me 'it would all be okay'. And I knew it would be, and I knew that Luke would be alright too. And for once in my life, I was sure about something.