Percy's point of view:
You know how some people say as you die you see your life flash before you?
Well I don't, all I see is dark red. Blood. My blood.
I knew as soon as I killed the last giant something was wrong. Maybe we where to late and Gaea had finish reforming, I didn't realize the thing wrong was a sword sticking out of my stomach. Nor did I even notice it until I heard all my friends screaming as I fell.
Suddenly Annabeth was knelling over me with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Percy, Oh gods, oh gods. Your going to be alright, you're not going to die after everything we've gone through. Oh gods, oh gods, oh go-"
I was already feeling myself slip away.
"Annabeth. Annabeth. Look at me, shh, shh." She became quite at that, just looking at me helplessly.
"We both know I'm not alright. But before I go I need to tell you something one last time. I love you. I love you." At that she started crying harder, nodding.
"Tell… Tell my mother I love her and I'm really glad she has Paul. Tell everyone they fought bravely and I'm honored to have known them. Tell my father and Tyson I'll miss them. Tell Grover he's the best friend someone could ask for. Remember, you've got to be strong, remember that over all else." By this time everyone was gather around me, Jason, Piper, Hazel, Leo, Frank. All of them had tears in their eyes.
"And, and remember I love you, and I'll always wait for you." As soon as the words left my mouth I knew, I fell myself growing cold and heard the telltale snip of the fates scissors.
Annabeth's point of view:
I knelt there for who knows how long, clutching Percy's hand pretending that, that didn't happen and he was going to wake up at any minute and make some cheesy joke. But he just got colder and colder. I could hear everyone around me packing up their stuff for the trip back in silence. Soon Piper came to get me so the boys could get his body, but I wouldn't let go. I just sat there crying silently and clutching his hand like it was my anchor to earth. Piper waved her hand and Jason came over.
"Come on Annabeth. We've got to get back to camp." I just shook my head mutely. He grabbed my back and legs and put me into a firemen's hold . I started kicking and screaming until I remembered one of the last things Percy said, to be strong, no matter what to be strong. I stopped kicking and settled for crying silently into Jason's shirt while he carried me to my room on the Argo II.
Three years later:
The snow was falling lightly as I walked the path I've walked thousands of times before. The one that lead to the only gravestone that had sea shells permanently in it and always had blooming flowers. His grave stone the one I come to everyday, sometimes twice a day. I just sat next to it and talked to him, for some reason I knew he could hear me, sometimes I talked about my day, other times I just sat there and cried.
I had stayed strong and followed my dreams, just like he had told me to. I was now a world class architect and a teacher at Camp. In those places I had to stay strong, and I did. This was the only place I didn't have to stay strong and could let go.
