You still live in me I feel you in the wind

You guide me constantly I never knew what it was to be alone, no 'Cause you were always there for me You were always awaiting Now I come home and I miss your face so Smiling down on me

Alter Bridge, "In Loving Memory"

A/N: So here is that exact opposite version of the last chapter, I'm Only Human. Again, extremely sad, stop reading if you couldn't handle I'm Only Human. Since all need-to-know knowledge was mentioned in the earlier chapter, this chapter will be less detailed.

Annabeth's POV

Percy... A gap in my life... My heart will never be whole again. You tear him from me and you tear away the very of existence of me. Without him I have no words, without him life has almost lost all meaning. That almost is thanks to my daughter. She's the reason to try to convince my self to at least try to stop sinking. She's not pulling me out of the dark...only he could do that. My daughter is helping me hover.

I hover in the darkness, I'm not going deeper because this amazing girl has the strength to smile for me even when there are tears in her eyes and I can barely stop rocking. Any minute now my savior is going to walk through that door and say "Aw man, I got you guys good! You really believed I was gone?"

I would walk up to him and punch him. I may be an old granny, but when I get mad enough I still have a good swing. I can still use a dagger, even though I might be a tad bit slower. After I punch and scream I would cry, hard. For a really long time. Trap him in a bear hug with as much strength as I could muster. I wouldn't let go for days, if I ever let go at all.

So I stared at the door, long and hard. I heard the shuffling feet, the sniffles. The faintest sound of the waves, I would not want to be Poseidon right now. Well, you want to be Annabeth least of all, and you're her. You're the wife that's either been mad at or in love with the man in the casket for 63 years. 63 years is a big number. I've been married to him for 50 of those 63 years. Most people don't get the kind of love we have, I should be counting my blessings that I had an angel for so long. Instead, all I think about is how I don't have him now.

He would rub my back, let me cry into his shirt. Take my face in his hands and kiss the tears away. Make me feel better. I've never cried this hard in my life. The one person that could ever console me from this amount of pain was the person I was crying for.

Quietly, my daughter walked over to me and sat next to me. She handed me the handkerchief I got her as a wedding present. Mike, my son-in-law, sat next to her. Ana rubbed my back, just like Percy would have done. I cried harder, I didn't know it was possible to cry harder than I already was. I'm glad I decided to not wear makeup, I knew I would cry it all off, even while I was putting it on.

"I know mamma, I know." She said to me as we hugged each other. What do you do when the only important man in your life has left you? How do you heal the wound, how do you bare the pain? You find someone who's going through the exact same thing and let them comfort you and comfort them as well. My daughter is my confident now. The person I call when I'm having a bad night and I need the sound of someone else's voice to remind me I'm not alone. I can no longer shake my husband awake so he can hold me in his arms.

My only option is to get out of the bed, which was at least warmer than the rest of the house. To walk down the hallway, hoping around on the cold tiles that remind me of the cold feeling in my chest, and pick up the phone in the kitchen. My only option is to dial my daughter's number, feeling guilty that I'm waking her and Mike up, hoping they realize it's me. I would never feel guilty waking my husband up because he told me long ago that waking up to me was the best feeling he ever had.

That wonderful man also told me he'd rather have four hours of sleep than having to wake up to me crying or screaming or whatever, without being woken up to help. That he'd rather be dog-tired in the morning than having me go through even one ounce of pain without him there to comfort me. Through the years, my love for him only grew. Watching him become a father made me love him in a whole new light, it made my heart glow even more. Ana made us closer, if that was even possible.

Through all this darkness, I see light. I see his sparkling green eyes and his warm arms and his soft words lulling me to sleep even after I've had the worst nightmare. Percy could see my crying, say one thing, and make me laugh. I remember we were dating and he whispered a joke in my ear at my grandfather's funeral and I started laughing through my tears. The look my grandmother gave Percy. She knew that Percy was the reason I was laughing, if he wasn't there, I would have been a depressed storm cloud of sadness.

My husband was my light. My something to look forward to after work because right after we got married, he would get up earlier than me, make me chocolate chip pancakes because they were my favorite, and put a rose de-thorn with a note on his pillow for me. He did that for a month.

After he stopped, since I came home earlier than him, I made him a fancy dinner with cloth napkins and candles and soft music and a flower center piece every night. I did that for a month. I had to stop because Percy had put on ten pounds and I had pit on twenty. Plus, the price of candles went up.

"Mommy, we're the two girls in his life, we have to go on. Momma, look at me." My daughter said to me as she pulled back from our hug and held my face in her hands. She kissed both of my cheeks, just like my husband would have done if I was crying. I started crying harder. I looked into my daughter's sea green eyes, they looked so much like her father's.

"Every time I look at you Ana, I see your father." I said quietly through my tears. My daughter sniffled.

"Every time I look at you, I imagine Dad's arm draped over your shoulders, or his hand in your hand. He was a part of you, and you were a part of him. Never let him go." My daughter said to me. I nodded to her.

"Go see him momma, he looks so handsome in his wedding tux." She said as she smiled at me.

I walked to the casket on jello legs. When I looked in, he was there. I could see his Camp Half Blood necklace around his neck. I saw the chain around his neck and pulled the medallion put of his shirt. I saw the beautifully carved trident on one side of the circular charm, and the symbol of Olympus on the other. I fingered my matching one. I set the necklace back down on to his chest, and could see a little tree charm poking out of his sleeve. I smiled to myself.

His bracelet had a charm for each of our thirteen friends, the tree was Grover's. Right above his wrist was the cuff links his father Poseidon gave him. They had waves engraved in them. They were made of Celestial Bronze, polished to look like 24 karot gold. He also had on the blue tie Paul gave him for our wedding. It was dark blue and matched my wedding dress that night.

His eyes were closed. Those sea green eyes that used to glitter at me like stars were closed. That's a crime in its self. My breath was stolen from me, because he was my breath. A day didn't go by that I didn't say I love you to him. The crazy thing was that every day before, saying I love to my sea weed brain was as natural and easy as breathing. Now, I couldn't even say his name. My heart was decomposing. I just kneeled in front of the casket and held my medallion while fingering my engagement ring.

I prayed to Athena and Poseidon. Then I prayed to the rest of Olympians I knew. If anyone deserved Elysium, it was Percy. There wasn't a demigod out there who could whip a sword around like him, move whole lakes and draw water from deep in the ground in the middle of the desert. He wasn't perfect, he could be blind sometimes. After all, it did take him three years to realize sea weed brain was sad with affection.

Percy died in his sleep, beside me. More peaceful. I am thankful that the look on his face when he left was one of peace, rather than one of struggle. He lived a long, happy life and he went peacefully. I am grateful for every day that passes that Percy never died young. It would have been a heroes death, but he would have deserved so much more. So I thank every god and goddess that Percy got to live a life of peace beside me, for that is all I ever asked for him, to be happy.

A/N: Next we will go back in time and re-live the death of Sally, Percy's mother. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't worry, not all of my chapters will be sad, so hang in with me.