This is dedicated to everyone who ever lost a loved one. Lest we forgot their souls and may they rest in peace.
These stories are going to be short and VERY vague, because I don't want them to drag on for a long time. FLAMES ARE ACCEPTED since they tell me that I'm not actually meant to be a writer; I cry and you're happy. So yeah…
Ethan's first because I love him.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
X~X
November 11, 20XX
Location: Unknown
She stood there; all alone, in a field filled with scarlet poppies the color of blood.
The wind gently brushes her dark hair as she sits and hugs her knees.
"Hey, Ethan." She whispers to no one in particular.
The wind picks up as if giving her a response.
"Remember the times we used to share together?" She reminisces, smiling. "How we thought everything was a joke and how I used to set the cookies on fire?"
She laughs at the distant memory.
"When you always somehow get something in your eye when I asked you about you're being a pirate?"
She sighs and stares at the nearest poppy with tears in her eyes.
"I can't believe you're dead now, Ethan…"
Gently, she pulls a poppy from its rots and clutches it near her heart.
"Things aren't the same without you… I know you dead for an excellent cause but…. I still miss you."
She stands up and sobs quietly; letting go of the poppy and watches it fly with the wind over the horizon.
Lest we forget Ethan Nakamura, who sacrificed his life in the name of the minor gods.
X~X
Terrible short but goal accomplished. Who can guess who the girl is? And no, she's not Ethan's girlfriend.
Next chapter is for Luke.