Rick Riordan owns PJO.
almost a drabble
You are dead.
I didn't believe when Percy said that you, Charlie, were gone.
It couldn't be.
You wouldn't do this. You wouldn't leave me.
I understood, after all. I understood that you wanted to save us all, but you were supposed to do this alive. You could've stay with me and we could've fight together.
But now it's too late.
I wish I'd say all I wanted. That I'm the spy and that I'm sorry. I wish I'd say that I love you and that the best thing that happened to my life was get to know you.
But now it's too late.
The pain is too much.
I wish I could make you come back to life. I wish I'd gone in your place. I don't deserve being here, a traitor, while you died for us.
Oh, how much I miss you.
Why? Why did you have to go, Charlie?
I know you're in the Elysium now, looking after me. I know you're rooting for us and that you believe us.
And that's why I'm now dressing up Clarisse's armor. That's why I'm going to the battle with the Ares' cabin.
"I'll fight for you."
Since English isn't my maternal language, I beg you to be kind.