AN: I don't own PJ!
Sally POV
Listening to Percy sob over Annabeth's body was one of the most heartbreaking sounds I've ever heard. And that didn't help with the grief I had already built up from Annabeth's passing. Finally, when his crying subsided, I stepped in carefully and hugged him softly. He turns his head up, and I can see his red face streaked with tears. My eyes well up too, but I must be strong for my son.
"Dear, let's just go home." He furiously shakes his head.
"No. I'm not leaving her." I'm taken aback by the hoarseness of his voice.
"Percy, she's not coming back." He looks up, his eyes almost a dark black.
"DON'T YOU THINK THAT I KNOW THAT ALREADY?" He pants heavily, then his eyes grow softer.
"I can't leave her, I just can't."
"Percy, please, don't do this to yourself. We need to go home. It's already nighttime. Annabeth will be fine here." His face right now looks so broken, and so vulnerable, not like the strong and brave Percy I knew.
He wipes his nose and gently places Annabeth on to the bed. Giving her a small kiss on the forehead, and wrapping her up with the blanket, he silently leaves.
"Come on, sweetheart." I say as I brush a few stray tears from my eyes. "She's in a much better place right now."