When it Rains
It was raining, the little drops of water fell down on too her hair, it was so black when it was wet, and if it had ever been wet it was wet now. They were standing in a clearing, the piny smell of wet pine needles gave the air an enchanted smell, the smell of dreams and spring. "When did I start dreaming?" Luke wondered to himself. He had never been a dreamy person, no desire to pretend things were different then they were, never one to entertain idea of thing that most likely would never happen. Even before he asked himself the question he knew the answer, it was the girl standing next to him, singing under her breath and spinning on her toes. Thalia was singing and dancing in the rain, and after a moment, Luke joined her.
Written to Maryland by Vonda Shepard
Dying here without you.
He lay there, dying. Asking Annabeth if she loved him, her answer was the one he was looking for, he did want her to love him as anything other then a brother, he already loved Thalia, he couldn't love both of them the way he had feared Annabeth loved him. He still didn't get why he loved Thalia, she had left him for the Hunters, and now he was dying and there was no way she was coming back, she wasn't even there for him to say good-bye to. For a brief moment before she had fought him two years before, he had thought that he could make her his, she would go with him, because she would admit that she needed him. But now, dying, Luke know it was the other way round, he needed Thalia, she didn't need him, she was free, and could not would not be caught, she was free, and even if she did need him, she was to proud to ever say so. He needed her, and now he was dying with out her.
Written to Viva la Vida by Coldplay.
