Just an idea, I like writing sad stories. If you have any ideas, could you PM or review them to me?
Today was supposed to be a happy day, not a day of mourning.
But still, it is, sadly.
I stare at her light grey coffin, with teary eyes that make it blur.
Her body rests in it now, with her curly hair like a princess's and grey eyes that used to sparkle whenever I was near.
Grey eyes that are now dull, lifeless.
Grey eyes that will never open again.
I reach into my pocket and take out a box.
Not just any box.
The box that held my future.
The box containing a ring.
My engagement ring.
Annabeth's engagement ring.
She was supposed to have it today.
She was supposed to wear it.
But now, it rests in its box, waiting to be worn, but it never will be.
Her body is cold, she looks peaceful.
Like she's sleeping.
But she's not.
She will never wake up.
I lift her hand, so cold and pale.
And slide the ring on its left finger.
The ring, she would have loved it.
A simple silver band, with an emerald in the middle, sprinkled with diamonds the color of her eyes.
I kick myself.
It's my entire fault.
I didn't watch for her.
I didn't warn her.
I didn't see the Minotaur until it killed her.
The Minotaur.
I say its name with loathing.
It took my mother.
Now it took the love of my life.
Why do the Fates have to be so cruel?
Why?
Please review. I never seem to get these right.
