2 ways 2 live
An: i am sick again... god do i hate this... medicine tastes like shit. Yuck.
Zoe's pov: Please?
"His remains need to be dumped or spread somewhere. Not sitting in your damn 'I am so proud of Percy' room." Zoe says harshly. She's not able to look at the silverish-bluish-greenish (Okay... jeez) urn on top of the fireplace. (Lets say Mr Poseidon likes fireplaces.)
"he's my son." Poseidon says quietly, " he's always with us here."
Zoe looks down at her hands balled into fists.
(Breathe, you can't break down in front of him- breathe, Zoe, fucking breathe)
"He..." her voice wavers a bit and her visions blurring with tears and she's just so damnned mad because you're supposed to be holding it together.
"He wouldn't have wanted this." She says, her arms trembling just so(don't notice, don't notice!)
"Zoe... are you alright?" Poseidon questions, leaning foward because he's afraid she might be having a panic attack by how hard she's shaking. (This is the same girl with the violent tongue? Who would have thought? Wasn't she the letiunent of Artemis?)
She shakes her head left to right as hard as she can (don't touch me, don't touch me) before exhaling slowly
"He wouldn't have wanted this. Please." Her voice wavers when shesays please.
Poseidon turns around to look at his urn before turning back towards Zoe once more.
The best she gets is "We'll think about it."
That answer is not good enough.
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An: yes. I know its not enough. But i'll try again on Monday. Somehow. Its hard to write with a bad fever, horrible headache and almost vomiting on the laptop. Yikes.
