It had been two weeks since Percy Jackson last came to school.

And every day that passed his seat in English literature stayed vacant.

No one sat in it because they thought that maybe if they left it empty he might come bounding into the room smiling and apologising for being late.

It had been two days since Percy Jackson stopped calling Braden.

It had been two minutes since the guidance counsellor walked into the room and announced to the class that Percy Jackson had taken his own life in the midst of his grief.

And Braden thought it funny that two words, "He's dead," could destroy someone so entirely. Granted he and Percy were not the best of friends but they had bonded over the last twelve days. He stands and leaves the room, collecting himself in the hallway as best he can, leaving the other students' cries behind him.

"Braden."

He turns around and stares into the face of the guidance counsellor.

"Yes?"

"Percy's mother gave this to me, he wrote you a letter."

Dear,

Braden,

I think about her every day.
I think about how I left her there, surrounded by those monsters.

I left her.

I killed her.

And I think about your poem.

And how we both laid there breathing in our blood.
And how she died.
And I didn't.
And the blood…

And now all I see is darkness.

And I think about my poem and how I said that when I die I'll be in hell.
But that's wrong, where I am now, it is hell. And the only way I will find peace is finding her.

And I never said "I love you," in our final embrace, and that is what I regret the most, not telling her I love her and I can gladly say now that me departing from this earth is my final "I love you," to her and my death is our final lovers' embrace.

You may be thinking, why am I writing you a letter?

My answer is this: Do not find darkness. And if you do, find the light.
Because God knows what I did and am going to do is wrong.

And I thank you, because you Braden have helped me more than you think.

Love,
Percy Jackson

Braden stares at the piece of paper in his hands; it's crinkled and is wet from his tears. And in the brightness of the hallway Braden thinks. Braden does not and will never know what happened to Percy Jackson and his lover but he decides then and there that he will do whatever it takes to find the light.

And when he is with his lover their final embrace will not be them breathing in blood.

I am terribly sorry, it's short (again!) Please tell me what you think, I would appreciate it very much, xo