Hey. My first Jercy, will probably be a little (or very) OOC. Sorry.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.


Failure

He'd tried. He'd tried so hard. But he couldn't do it. There was no way he could have manged it. It had been impossible. That's what everyone told him.

'It's not your fault you couldn't save him.'

'It was impossible.'

'At least you tried.'

But that wasn't good enough for him. He couldn't save someone he loved. Gods he was a failure. He should have tried harder. And now his love was suffering. He couldn't bear thinking about it. He tried to continue acting normally, but he was falling apart. They all were. He could see it. He could feel it.


Despair

He often felt like crying. Yet no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't. The tears wouldn't fall. They just burned like fire behind his eyes. He wished they would fall already, prayed that they would. But they never did. They just stung his eyes and reminded him of what a failure he was.

Every time he thought of how his love was most likely suffering, he felt the burn of tears that refused to fall. He felt the icy sting of failure, and he could never stop it. He wasn't entirely sure he would if he could. The knowledge of his colossal failure was often the thing that got him out of bed in the mornings to continue forward to save the one person he loved most. He would save him if it was the last thing he ever did.


Jealousy

Part of him felt bitter. He knew that the person his heart belonged to didn't return his feelings. That's why he was suffering now.

Because of a girl.

A single girl, just like any other, but for some reason, the one he loved saw her as special. Different.

But wasn't he just as special? Shouldn't he at least get the chance to prove that?

But no. Because of that girl.


Hatred

When he thought about it, it wasn't much different from his own situation. But it was. He knew it was. And he couldn't do anything about it.

And he hated that.

He hated himself. He hated that he'd failed. He hated that his love was suffering. He hated that no one had tried to help. Except for himself, and look what had happened. He'd failed.


Pain

He knew his love's pain was worse. He was certain of it. He'd never been to where he was, not ever, but he knew it was horrible. He knew the stories about it. He knew what kind of things were down there.

But his pain was different. This was... agony. The kind of pain you get from being hopelessly in love. When the other person will never love you back, not that way.

So somehow, he felt that his pain was worse.


Love

A strange thing. It made you happy.

It made you horribly upset.

It hurt, like shoving your hand into a burning fire.

It was... Wonderful.


Percy

The one who often occupied his thoughts. Because Jason loved him.

~Fin.