It's three in the morning and I was texting my best friend and we found this song: In the Mourning by Paramore (I have a bit of an addiction to this band if you hadn't noticed). And I recently lost a family member I was very close to: my grandmother, who raised me and made me into the person I am today. So Grandma, these stories go out to you, you inspired me to chase my dream, and that I will. You can play your piano in heaven as I write them. So enjoy and review y'all. And for future reference, mourning is used properly. If you listen to the song, you'll understand she is saying through her mourning, she will rise. And despite ancient Greek customs, Percy will be buried in the ground for it to match the song.

Percy, my love, you escaped like a runaway train, off the tracks and down again. I pulled my knees up to my chest and curled up into myself. I wanted to lie down in our bed but I knew it wouldn't be the same. It would only feel empty and cold. I wouldn't feel my lover's arms wrap around me as they did for fifteen years. I felt warm tears race down my face. My heart's beating like a steamboat's tugging: strong, loud, and fast. The only problem was Percy's was not doing the same. All that burden was on my shoulders.

I hiccupped from my constant crying and wrapped myself in our sheets. They smelled of him. I couldn't help but relive every memory of him, since he collapsed on the porch of the Big House. Ever quest, kiss and laugh played through my head as did ever hurt, hug and cry.

Now, there's nothing but times that's wasted without Percy. Everything I do now is vain without him. Nothing is going to compare. Words that have no backbone will flow from my mouth. I'll never get to let the name 'Percy' roll off my tongue with ease ever again. My words wouldn't have the same meaning.

Can they hear my echoes fading? It seems the whole world's waiting for that. They're all waiting for my echoed words to cease and new ones to come out. But will that ever happen? In the mourning, I'll rise. In the mourning, I'll let you die, Percy. In the mourning, all my worry…

…..

…Didn't go away. We were to bury Percy today. I would see him one last time today. And I would have to say goodbye.

I hung my head low as Chiron conducted the service. Percy… his name was mentioned so many times. It brought such a hurt to my chest. A fire burned in my stomach. I yearned for him to come back to me and to call me a Wise Girl. I wanted him to hold me one last time, run his hand through my now graying hair, and kiss my forehead. I wanted to wake up one last time in his arms. I bit back a sob, drawing blood from my chapped lips. I told myself that my time for mourning was to come to an end with today. But this cursed love I was abandoned with wouldn't let me forget him.

In a selfish moment, I wished he would've accepted immortality. I wish he was a god on Olympus. I never wanted this day to come. But he was so unselfish. He wanted better for all the demigods. He made a promise. And that's what drew me so much closer to him: his loyalty and unselfishness. He was so unlike me in some ways.

It was time to pay our last respects. Poseidon came and put a comforting hand on my back. Sally had passed a couple years ago. His hurt from that was still fresh in his heart as well as mine. Sally was the mother figure I longed to have. I was sad about losing her, but that paled in comparison to this.

I bent down and kissed Percy's cold forehead, "I'll always love you, Percy, you're still my Seaweed Brain." I felt fresh tears break free as I left Poseidon to his last goodbyes. Surprisingly, Aphrodite came and held my hand. Maybe with her being the love goddess, she could understand the hurt I was going through. Yet, through this whole time, I never cursed her giving me his love only for it to be taken away. I was glad to know it for any length of time.

As we gathered around the gravesite, I was asked to say some parting words. Athena assured me with a soft nod. She was shedding a few tears as well, probably ashamed of her earlier behavior because he had proved himself worthy throughout the years.

"Percy, you were the greatest hero I'd ever knew, and I'm sure that extends well past our lifetime. And right now, it takes all my strength not to dig you up, from the ground in which you lay. You were the biggest part of me, you were the greatest thing and now you're just a memory to let go of. And I think everyone here would agree that it's a shame under which circumstances you died. You were loyal to this camp and everyone to it. You sacrificed yourself to save a young child's life. And that's the person I knew. Sadly, your sacrifice for our daughter means she will never know you. I love you, Percy. Thank you for waiting for me in Elysium. You finally get to reunite with our friends. Goodbye Percy Jackson."

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I walked to his grave alone. It's been twenty years. It seemed too long for me. But I knew my time was coming soon. I had started getting sick too often, I had broken too many bones, and I had long ago lost the will to live I had so long ago. Aging hadn't been kind to me.

I sat down beside his old grave. The sun was setting, making the scene all the more intimate for me. My mind wandered back to all those sunsets on the beach, "Percy, I've been afraid of changing since you died because I built my life around you. This time it's bolder, the children got older, and I'm getting older soon. I've had some scares but this time it's real. I'll be there soon, Percy. I've climbed a mountain to get here, saw my reflection in its snow covered hills and now the landslide is bringing me down. I'm done here. I'm ready to see you again. And we can finally be together for the rest of time. In the mourning, I'll rise.

….

I smiled when I saw him. We were eighteen again. We were young and our eyes were filled with love. The best part is: we were at the Isle of the Blest. It turns out, we had lived two other previous lives and achieved Elysium in them too. The best part, Hades told me himself (as a message from Aphrodite) that we had found each other in every life, which was a rare occurance.

But I didn't think of that. I didn't think of the pain I endured without my love. I didn't worry about my children and grandchildren I had to leave. Percy was in front of me for the first time in twenty long years.

"Annabeth," he breathed lightly, staring at me with his beautiful green eyes I so desperately missed.

"Percy," I replied. But I couldn't contain myself. I ran straight into his arms and made myself content there.

In the mourning, all my sorry…

I think it was pretty good even if it was sad. But I think it just strengthens all the Percabeth in a story! Review!