Ok so, here's the situation: switch up Lee Fletcher and Michael Yew. Basically Michael died in BotL, and Lee died in TLO on the bridge, instead of Michael. Ok? You all with me here? Btw, I don't own anything but my own characters and the plot. Oh, and also, this story isn't like it's actually happening, she's recording it on a tape recorder… so in case you were wondering.

I'm not allowed on bridges anymore. I guess that's just dad being overprotective again. It's not like im going to jump, jeez. Im not suicidal. Sort of. So you want to know my story, is it? My story, well, my story has a bunch of flashbacks from last year. I normally don't like reliving those flashbacks; they're too painful, sometimes. But just for you, I'll go visit them, in the back of my head somewhere; wherever they went after I pushed them away.

*last August*

"Lee!" I called to the blonde haired boy walking just ahead of me, towards the arena. His head turned, and he smiled.

"Hey Emily, what's up?" he asked, stopping to wait for me to catch up. My brain was running a mile a minute, and I couldn't see straight, but I had to get through with this. I couldn't not do it. It just wouldn't work out that way.

"Lee, wanna go for a walk?" I asked, trying to be as casual as I could be. His face went from that happy son of Apollo smile, to a worried frown.

"Sure Em," he said, a bit quieter, taking my hand as we walked down towards the shore line. "What's wrong?" he asked in a caring tone. He knew me. It was obvious.

But damn him. Why did he have to be so sweet, when I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for what I was about to do?

"What's wrong, Lee, is that there's a war coming. And we all know it," I sighed, trying to focus.

"Yeah, but as long we win, everything will be alright. We can't doubt Percy. We're going to be fine," he tried to convince me. Oh, I had now doubt that he would be fine, but I was more worried about me.

"That's not what I mean, Lee. I- I don't want to break your heart if I don't make it. And I know that I probably won't. So I just want to get this over with, before I throw up," I rushed. Lee stopped walking and turned towards me, taking my hands with his.

"Emily, you're going to make it through this war, don't doubt yourself," he scolded gently, if that were possible. I looked away. I mean, I had to. I couldn't look in his eyes when I did it. I think I'd just die.

"Lee, I want to break up," I whispered, still looking away. He expected exactly how I though he would: he dropped my hands.

"Em, is it jus because of the war coming? I mean, we'll make it, im sure. You- we don't have to do this, you know. We could make it. We could be the next Percy and Annabeth," he said, defending our relationship. Of course he would. Of course he would defend our relationship. That's just Lee.

"Lee, we're not meant to be the next Percy and Annabeth. They're not even together," I protested.

"Yeah, but they love each other, whether they want to admit it or not. I love you, Emily. You don't have to do this, just because of some war. We will make it through this, and then it'll be alright. I promise you, Em, I promise you," he said, his voice shaking.

"Why are you making this so hard for me, Lee? Why is it breaking my heart, to end this because I don't want to break your heart? Why are you making this so impossible?" I whispered, raising my voice as I spoke.

"It's not impossible. Just don't do it!" he replied. Short. Simple. That's just Lee.

"Im sorry Lee, I really am, but I wouldn't be able to stand the idea of making you a promise and not being able to keep it. Im a daughter of Hermes. We're not good at keeping our promises. If I promise you that everything will be alright, it won't be. It's better if I just get it over with now, so I don't have to watch your heart break from Hades. Lee, im really sorry. Now I have to go. Bye, Lee," I whispered before tearing my hands from his, oh how magically they'd reappeared there after he had let them go. I don't even remember the sensation of his hands grabbing mine. But from that point on, I really didn't feel anything anymore.

So im gonna make it like a flashback a chapter, but in the end it'll be kinda like a long one-shot …

-swimmergirl3