This is something that I wrote a long time ago. What the storyline is Sally and Calypso die, and Percy comes to believe that love is equal to pain, he starts to fear it. This is just a very-small-oneshot- thing, but tell me and it will be continued. Enjoy and please review!

Pain. That's all I feel after it happened. Pure, sometimes faded, but always present pain. It's like a cycle, looping under my eyelids. Over, and over again. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't work.

I never even got to see their bodies, you know. The car caught fire, and all was left of them were charred bones and dust. The other driver suffered too, a lung punctured, ribcage broken, a leg crushed. But she survived. They, on the other hand, didn't.

They had been coming to pick me up from the stadium. I'd just broken the state record, and we were going to celebrate. But they met with an accident on the way to the stadium, and I never saw them again. Their last words to me were /love you, Percy./ We'll be there in 30 minutes or so, Percy!/

I replied with a love you too, but it was not enough. It's never enough. Love isn't enough. It's simply just a weakness, an Achilles Heel. Nothing more. As time passed (it's been 3 months), I began to feel scared. Angry, even. For if not for love, I won't even be feeling this pain or seeing this haze. It'd all be fine. But no, stupid me had to go and fall in freakin' love. That's what it is. Now, there's only one thing I fear. Love.

Because it always hurts.