Here I am with the last chapter in this story. You've been so amazingly nice to me; I can't even imaginr how it will be to stop writing for you. But I'm thinking of starting to write Lazel drabbles, and I would be very happy if you wanted to read them :) And feel free to PM me! I'd love to fangirl or just talk with you!

Promise me to remember how perfect you all are.

EPILOUGE

HAZEL

Five Months Later

Hazel opened her eyes.

It was morning. Again. She didn't remember the last time when she had been happy to wake up. Couldn't it just be night forever?

Hazel rose, changed out from her pajamas, brushed her teeth and left the cabin.

The campers were running around, just like every day. Fauns where trying to steal food from those demigods who were carrying food, some people were just chatting casually and some were practicing their fighting skills.

Her gaze swept over the camp, and realized how much it had changed since they had come back from the quest. It was much less… Strict. More like Camp Half-Blood.

Since the demigod at the two camps now knew about each other, Chiron and Reyna hadn't seen any point in hiding them from each other. The Athena Parthenos were back with the Greeks in Camp Half-Blood, and it wasn't as tense between Romans and Greeks. A calendar with weeks were you could visit the other camp had been invented; the demigods were allowed to visit each other one week a month. The leaders and campers tried to learn from each other. Everybody were surprised over how well Chiron and Reyna came along. Octavian was the only one who didn't like the idea of mixing Greeks and Romans ("We're Romans! We can't get along with those Greeks! Don't we have any pride left!?"), but no one cared about his opinion. The demigods were happy.

It was really nice. Under those weeks when the campers were allowed to visit the other camp, they learned so much from each other. Now, half of the demigods at Camp Jupiter could speak Ancient Greek. Many people in Camp Half-Blood had learned to fight with gladiuses or sparthas. The children of Vulcan and Hephaestus had together built a kind of magic transporter. It looked like an elevator that fit about four people, and if you stepped in there and pressed the START-button, it magically sent you to the other camp. It didn't take more than a second. Every camp had two: one to send campers away and one to receive campers that arrived. Only Reyna and Chiron could make them turn them off or on. They were turned on during the "visit-week", but otherwise no one could use them.

Hazel had visited Camp Half-Blood trice three times they'd come back from the quest, the first time to see her brother Nico's cabin. He had shown her around, and it was really nice over there. Nico had moved in to the Hades cabin permanently now, and he wasn't treated like an outsider anymore; quite the opposite. All the demigods from the Argo II were treated like heroes. Hazel didn't know if she liked it or not. She mostly just wanted to not be noticed and be left alone.

She still remembered it all very clearly. After closing the Doors, they had hurried to get Annabeth and Percy to the ship so they could rest. Hazel and Piper had been asked to stay there and take care of them. In other circumstances, they would have protested and wanted to go and fight the monsters too (they hadn't died when they closed the Doors as they hoped), but neither of them really cared.

Jason, Frank, Coach Hedge and Nico had come back completely shocked. They told Hazel and Piper that Neptune/Poseidon had appeared out of nowhere and killed all the monsters with a snap of his fingers. He had thanked them for closing the Doors. The boys had taken the opportunity to warn him about Melinoe and Khione, and after telling him about the plan, the god had left immediately to tell the rest of the Olympians.

Gaea had fallen asleep again. The giants had melted back in to the earth when their mother gave up.

The gods had taken care of Khione and Melinoe, but they had put up quite a fight. For a whole month, the whole country had been suffering through horrible snow storms. But of course, the minor goddesses didn't have chance against all of the Olympians. No one knew what the gods had done to them.

The demigods were still puzzled when it came to the prophecy. Seven half-bloods had answered the call. But Khione's snow storms had just blown through America, and America wasn't the whole world. And they had fought about who that would lock the Doors.

Hazel didn't want to think about the prophecy. She didn't want to think about the third line.

An oath to keep with a final breath.

He had promised that he closing the Doors would save them all, and it had. It had saved the world, just as he said. It had been an oath, and it had been kept with a final breath.

Hazel had known for a long time. A week after they had come back from the quest, his grip had slowly started to loosen. It had happened very slowly, and Hazel hadn't noticed it before he was already gone. Maybe that was a good thing. If she actually had known while it happened, she would have gone insane, because she knew that she couldn't do anything about it. That night when he really disappeared, Nico had come over. She hadn't contacted him or anything, but he had felt it too. Nico had ignored that it wasn't a "visit-week" or the rule about that the campers had to sleep in their own camps. He had come over, suddenly appearing out from the darkness around her and found her silently sobbing in her bed. Without a word, Nico had took Hazel's hand and shadow-travelled them to Camp Half-Blood. He had led her to the beach. They had just sat there until sunrise; him holding her while she cried.

But since then, Hazel hadn't cried once. She hadn't really done anything at all. She woke up every morning, did her activities, ate, showered and then went back to bed. She lived, but that was all. Hazel had become an empty shell, a body without a soul, and every one of her friends was aware of that.

They had tried to cheer her up at first, but it never worked. Now, they just hung out with her, talked about nothing and were together. It felt good. When she was with them, even if it was just for a moment, she felt normal again. She forgot about everything that happened and focused at being in her friends company. Hazel didn't know how to thank them for just being there, but something told her that they knew.

No one else knew. The other campers didn't know about why she was like that. Yeah, they treated her like a hero, but they didn't really care about her. It didn't matter. Hazel didn't even bother to notice.

But Reyna knew. Reyna was nice to her. Hazel didn't have to pretend around her. Around her, she could be the empty shell she really was, and not care about plastering a smile on her face or listen to answer when someone asked her questions. Just like with Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank and Nico. They wouldn't ask her why she didn't answer or ask if she was okay, because they already knew.

The person that Hazel was really grateful to, though, was Nico. Nico was with her all the time; he took care of her and was there when she needed him. It wasn't really until know she realized how much she loved him. He was the only one that really understood her, and she knew exactly why. Somehow, it wasn't just him comforting her, but it was her comforting him about Bianca's death. Hazel knew how much pain Nico still felt about her death, but he never had anyone comforting him about it. Now, they were leaning on each other, taking care about each other, and no one could have felt better in their situation.

Hazel's soul had gone to Tartarus with Leo, but her heart was left. She still felt the pain and the love. And she wasn't incapable of loving anyone else; she loved Nico and all the other from the quest. But her soul was long lost, and she knew for sure that it wouldn't come back.

"Hi, Hazel." A soft voice came behind her. She turned to see Piper, Jason, Annabeth, Percy, Frank and Nico. The corners of her mouth slowly twisted upward to a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. None of her smiles had in five months.

Piper pulled her in to a hug, and Annabeth did the same. Both she and Percy's wounds were healed now, thanks to the Golden Fleece. They looked as healthy as ever.

Percy grinned.

"We're going to barbeque! We have hot dogs, hot chocolate, brownies…"

"Where?" Hazel asked.

"At the beach in Camp Half-Blood." Jason said and smiled. "We can go ice-skating on the lake too. Care to join us?"

Hazel looked at her friends, all dressed in coats and carrying bags with food and skates, and she couldn't bring herself to say no.

"Sure. But I'll have to borrow someone's skates."

They had a pretty good day. The grilled hot dogs tasted good, and the warm chocolate gave them the energy to continue to ice-skate in the cold. Hazel wasn't the only one who didn't know how to ice-skate; Nico refused to even go out on the ice and Frank fell all the time. Hazel laughed and smiled, and she lost herself in the joy. She didn't think of Leo at all.

After being outside in almost four hours, they all were cold and had flushed cheeks. Piper and Jason we're going to keep skating, Percy and Annabeth had to teach classes (once a week, Percy taught sword-fighting while Annabeth taught Ancient Greek, since they were two of the older campers), and Frank mumbled something about going back to Camp Jupiter. They said their goodbyes, and that left only Nico and Hazel left.

"So, how have you been doing?" Nico asked Hazel.

She shrugged.

"As usual, I guess."

Nico glanced at her and nodded. They stood there in comfortable silence and gazed out over the lake, where more demigods from both camps were ice-skating.

"Have you heard from dad lately?" Nico suddenly asked.

Hazel frowned. Pluto never contacted her and Nico knew that. Hades didn't contact him either. So why would he be asking?

"No. Why?"

Nico blushed a little.

"Nothing. I just had a dream about him last night."

Hazel straightened and stared at him.

"What?! What did he say?!"

Her brother stared at the lake, looking as confused as she felt.

"We… We small-talked." He said and blinked a few times, like he couldn't believe it himself. "He asked about how I've been. He asked about you too. Apparently, the gods had a hard time to adjust to Greek and Roman demigods getting mixed. They're pretty torn, but Hades said that it was getting better. He said he's going to check on you too, so you should expect a dream about him soon."

Hazel was really surprised. Pluto never talked to her. And small-talking wasn't something she could imagine him doing at all.

"That's… Strange." She said slowly.

"Yeah." Nico agreed. "Very."

They were silent for a few minutes. Hazel's mind trying to process what Nico had told her.

"What do you want to do now?" Nico asked her. "We could go back to Camp Jupiter, if there's not a too long line to the transporter. It's dinner soon, and as much as I love the food here, you're camp's food is even better."

Hazel smiled and nudged him.

"Dork."

Nico grinned.

Unfortunately, the line to the transporter was endlessly long, so they had to settle for eating at Camp Half-Blood. The demigods didn't sit with their cabins anymore, since there were so many new cabins for the minor gods/goddesses and guests from Camp Jupiter all the time. Everybody sat with whoever they wanted.

After a good meal, Hazel decided that she should go back to Camp Jupiter. Nico asked if she wanted him to come with, but she told him no. After waiting in line for a few minutes and taking the elevator back, she bumped in to Frank.

"Wha-Oh, hi, Hazel." Frank blushed.

"I'm sorry." Hazel said.

"No! No, it's okay."

Hazel gave him a smile and started to walk away.

"Actually, Hazel, I-I have to ask you something."

She turned to Frank again, who was looking very embarrassed now.

"I'm sorry about Leo." He said quietly. Hazel's stomach twisted when she heard the name, and she had to force herself to not run away.

She just nodded.

"And… I'm sorry for what I did." Frank said. "You know, making Leo be with you to see if something would happen. It was stupid."

Hazel flinched. She had completely forgotten about that.

"No, it wasn't your fault." She said softly. "Khione played with your mind. Don't be sorry."

"I know, but I-" Frank looked down at his feet. "I doubted you. I thought you would leave me for Leo, and you did, but you wouldn't if I didn't mess up. I think that even if Khione hadn't played with my mind, I would have done something stupid. But clearly, you were happy with Leo. And that's all I ever wanted for you."

Frank met her eyes for a second, but then dropped his gaze to the ground again. Hazel suddenly remembered how much she loved Frank; not like that anymore, but as a friend.

"Did you love me?" He said. It was so quiet that Hazel almost didn't hear it. Her heart melted.

Hazel leaned forward and kissed Frank on the cheek.

"I still do. Just not like… that anymore. But yes, I did."

Frank's face broke in to a smile.

Hazel suddenly remembered something and opened her coat and took out Frank's stick. She held it to him.

"I guess you want this back, since we're not together anymore."

Frank looked surprised, and stared at the stick. But then he shook his head with a small smile playing on his lips.

"I don't want it back. It won't be safe with me. I'd like you to keep it… If you want to."

She chewed her lip, but then she nodded. Frank instantly looked much happier.

Hazel shot him a tired smile and left.

She felt drained out of energy. She felt that way sometimes; not because that she had ice-skated, but because she had spent so much time with people. Talked. Laughed. Acted like normal.

Hazel couldn't stop asking herself when it all went wrong. What had she done to deserve this pain? No. She didn't deserve any pity. What had Leo done to deserve all that pain?

She couldn't figure that out. He had never done anything wrong in his whole life, and still he was the one that always had been the most miserable of them all. It wasn't fair.

There were times when Hazel had asked herself: When did it all get so complicated? But eventually she realized that it wasn't complicated at all. It had been complicated on the Argo II, when she was trying to decide between Frank and Leo, but now it was simple.

Leo was gone. Hazel was left. It was really simple.

Too simple.

A few nights later, Pluto visited Hazel in a dream.

She was standing on deck on the Argo II. The ship was aloft. It looked just like it used to, and it reminded her so much of Leo that she almost couldn't breathe.

"Hello, Hazel."

Hazel turned. Pluto was standing by the helm. He looked exactly like she remembered him; black hair, pale skin, dark eyes. He was dressed in a black, Roman toga. Hazel was surprised that she was related to him at all; she didn't look like him at all.

She didn't really know what to call him. "Dad" seemed wrong, especially since Hazel didn't know Pluto at all, and "Pluto" maybe would make him angry. Just to be safe, Hazel said:

"Lord Pluto."

He eyed her with his dark eyes. Hazel could see everything she didn't want to see in them; death, the Underworld, pain.

"How have you been? I'm sorry about the unlucky faith of that son of Hephaestus. I heard you were pretty… close."

Hazel didn't answer. Since Nico had told her about their father visiting him, she had thought of all kind of things to say to Pluto, but she was speechless.

"Why are you here?" She asked instead. Hazel didn't want to sound rude, she was just curious.

Pluto gave her a crooked smile. Shivers went down Hazel's spine.

"I wanted to check on my daughter. And I have some rather important things to discuss with you too."

Hazel eyed him suspiciously, but then nodded.

"First, I wanted to tell you that I'm very proud of you." Something in Pluto's cold eyes changed. They looked just a little softer than before. "You were excellent on that quest. I'm proud to have you as my daughter, Hazel."

It didn't sound fake, but Hazel still didn't want to believe him. She wasn't anything to be proud of; since Leo died, she had been a zombie. And she never had been a good fighter, or as dark and Underworld-like as Nico.

But she said:

"Thank you."

Pluto nodded, satisfied, and then raised an eyebrow.

"You aren't very eager to talk. Do you have any questions?"

Hazel was going to shake her head, but the words rolled off her tongue without her being able to stop them.

"Is he actually dead?"

The god didn't seem surprised. He looked at Hazel with a look she couldn't quite read, but nodded.

"Yes. He's dead. But he made it to Elysium."

Hazel's heart did a small flip.

"He's with his mother again, and seems quite happy. There is this other Hephaestus-boy – Berfendork, I think – that he seems to get along well with."

Pluto regarded Hazel, but she didn't change her expression. Inside, her heart swelled with happiness; Leo was happy. It was all she ever wanted him to be.

Her father cleared his throat.

"Anyway, I actually have a question for you; have you been inside your mind anything lately?"

It took a moment for Hazel to understand what he meant. She had completely forgotten about her ability to go inside her mind.

"No," She said slowly. "No, I haven't. Why?"

Pluto shrugged.

"It maybe would help you get better. I know you've been depressed. But if you tried to sort out your thoughts, maybe you would feel a little better." He almost looked amused when he saw Hazel's expression. "I see that you haven't thought about it before."

Without really knowing why, Hazel's mouth twitched in to a smile.

"Anything else?" She asked.

"Yes, I have one last matter to discuss; your brother, Nico."

Hazel stiffened. She met her father's gaze and asked:

"What about him?"

Pluto got a sad glint in his eyes.

"He's miserable. He won't let anyone know, but he feels just as much pain as you have lately. It's about his sister, Bianca."

Hazel frowned. Nico had mentioned that he had a sister that died, but not anything else. When she attempted to ask about her, he had quickly changed the subject. Hazel hadn't pushed him, but she knew that he still mourned over Bianca's death. They had seemed to be pretty close.

"She joined the Hunters of Diana." Pluto explained. "Then she went on a quest with that Percy Jackson boy and got killed. At first, Nico blamed Jackson, but now they seem to get along pretty well. He has stopped blaming Jackson and started to blame himself for not stopping Bianca from going on that quest. Nico have always been good at hiding his feelings, but his really starting to lose control now."

Hazel blinked. She hadn't realized that Nico had been that sad. It was a little strange; she had always seen Nico as the strong brother that didn't mourn over the past. Hazel felt her guts twist of guilt.

Even stranger was that she was actually talking about it with her dad.

"I'll-I'll take care of him." Hazel said. "Thanks for telling me."

Pluto smiled.

"You're much stronger than you think you are, Hazel. And I know that it feels very dark right now, but your faith isn't to mourn over the death. But whatever you do, I'll be proud of you."

The scene dissolved, and Hazel slowly felt how she glided in to a deeper, dreamless sleep.

The next day, Hazel visited Camp Half-Blood. She surprised Nico early in the morning by standing outside his cabin with a bag with breakfast that she had taken from Camp Jupiter.

He had apparently been sleeping, because he was wearing pajamas. It was a rather strange view after only seeing him in those weird, dark, clothes he always wore.

"Hazel!" His expression turned from surprise to worry. "What is wrong?! Has anything happened?!"

Hazel felt her heart sting. He assumed the worst about her as soon as she showed up, but that wasn't that strange. Everybody was wary around her. But the way Nico was so worried about Hazel, when it was he that was miserable.

She pulled him in to a hug, and then smiled sheepishly and showed him the bag.

"Breakfast from Camp Jupiter. I took everything I knew you like."

Nico grinned.

They sat down on his bed and ate in comfortable silence. Hazel glanced at Nico from time to time. She was struck by how much younger he looked with the ruffled hair and green pajamas; a kid without any problems, sitting on his bed and eating breakfast with his sister.

"Thanks, Hazel, this was really good." Nico said and smiled to her.

Hazel forced a smile while she went through what she was going to say for the hundredth time in her head.

But then, something on his nightstand caught her eye. Hazel turned, and found herself staring at a small toy. It looked like statue of Pluto/Hades.

"What's that?" She asked curiously. Nico looked up from his sandwich, followed her gaze and choked.

"N-Nothing." He coughed. He snatched the toy from the nightstand and stuffed it under his pillow.

Hazel watched Nico, his eyes reflecting panic and anger while he struggled to stop coughing. She handed him a glass of water.

"Nico-"

"It's nothing. I'm okay." Nico said, answering the two questions Hazel was going to ask before she even said them.

"Nico, I need to talk to you."

Nico froze. He stared down at his knees.

Millions of different ways to start the conversation went through Hazel's mind, but the one she used just slipped out of her mouth.

"I know you want to meet Bianca again."

Nico turned so fast that Hazel was sure his neck would start to hurt, but his eyes were suspicious.

"What do you mean? She's death."

Nico's voice caught a little at the end. Hazel struggled to find the right words, but they just rolled off her tongue when she opened her mouth. She didn't even know where they came from.

"At the Doors of Death. You wanted to lock them so you and Bianca could… Reunite."

Nico chuckled humorlessly.

"She chose to reborn. She's not in the Underworld anymore, if that is what you mean."

He stared down at his knees again. Hazel gripped his hand.

"Nico, look at me." Nico slowly met her gaze. "Tell me about her. What was she like?"

Her voice was soft, but still demanding. Nico's expression hardened.

"She was my sister. She was kind, shy, and did everything for me. She loved me." Nico said the word with disgust. "And I let her down. She didn't even get to know how much I loved her too."

"Nico-" Hazel whispered, but Nico wouldn't listen. It was like now he finally had the chance to get it all out, he wasn't going to let anything stop him.

"She was my… Everything. She was the only one left, and even if she was really young, she took care of me. We were unbreakable. And yes, I don't see any point in living without her anymore, and it hurts so damn much, but she's gone and I'll never find her."

Nico didn't cry. He had an expression that Hazel knew too well; she saw it every time she looked in to the mirror. He looked tired; tired of everything, tired of feeling tired, tired of living. Hazel's heart shattered to pieces when she saw Nico wear that expression, because it was thousand times worse than when she wore it herself. He had kept all his feelings inside since Bianca died, forced them down and convinced himself that he couldn't do anything else. Hazel had cried out, she had let them out as soon as she could, but Nico had kept all anger and sadness to himself and it had changed him.

Hazel wrapped her arms around him and pulled him as close as she could. It felt satisfying in a bittersweet way; she was thinking about comforting Nico instead of trying to comfort herself, she was doing something good for once since Leo left. She felt him tremble in her arms, and tears started to run down her own cheeks.

"I don't want to live like this." Nico whispered in a broken voice. "There's no point to live if you don't have love, or a cause to live. I don't have any of them."

"Shh." Hazel hushed him. "It's…"

"It's… what? Okay? Because it isn't."

Hazel closed her eyes, pressing out the last tears and focused on holding her brother.

"It's not okay." She agreed quietly. "It's was okay before, but not… not anymore. It will never be the same again. But…"

It's always darkest before the dawn.

You're never alone.

You're much stronger than you think you are.

Your faith isn't to mourn over the death.

My love will follow you, stay with you; you're never alone.

I love you.

"I love you, Nico. I know I'll never be able to take Bianca's place, and I don't want to. I wouldn't want anyone to try to replace Leo for me. No, but I want you to know that there is love in your life, and I will always be there for you just as you've been there for me since the first time we met. I love you."

Hazel waited for a reaction, but then she heard a muffled snore and realized that Nico had fallen asleep in her arms. She didn't know if he had heard her at all, but it didn't matter - for once, her brother actually looked at peace.

She carefully pulled out from the hug and put him down on the bed. It struck Hazel that Nico actually was a year older than her. She'd always seen him as her little brother; and if she really thought about it, she should be older than him if it wasn't for the stuck-in-time-thing they both had suffered through. So technically, yes, he was her little brother.

Hazel drew her fingers through Nico's tangled, black, long hair, and a smile tugged at her lips when she saw how innocent he looked. Like a child without any worries, a child with a comfortable and happy life.

She wished with her whole heart that she would be able to give him at least a happy life; a demigod always had worries, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. But Hazel wanted Nico to be happy. He deserved that.

Hazel noticed the small toy's legs stick out under the pillow Nico's head rested on. She carefully pulled it out and looked at it. Bianca probably had given it to him before she died. Hazel put it on Nico's nightstand and rose to her feet. She shot a last look at her sleeping brother's face and then leaned down and pressed her lips on his forehead, before she headed out from the cabin.

As much as Hazel didn't want to, life without Leo went on. But it didn't go a day without her thinking of him, and it didn't go a second without her heart aching for him. It was just this huge hole in her, this dark emptiness that couldn't be replaced, but she kept herself busy so that she wouldn't just sit and mourn over the past.

Nico had started to open up to Hazel. He told her about their childhood, how Bianca died, how he had tried to get her back, and how he had searched for his mother in the Underworld. Even though all this explaining brought up dark memories, letting it out made him seem a little more at ease and maybe even happier.

Hazel loved that he could open up to her; that he was slowly healing. She didn't feel herself healing, but she tried to not think of that. It had taken years for Nico to finally feel better, and it only had gone a few months for Hazel.

A few weeks later, she dreamt about her father again.

They were back on the Argo II. Pluto looked just like last time Hazel dreamt of him. He smiled to Hazel.

"Hi, Hazel." He said. "How have you been?"

Hazel didn't know how to answer. How had she been? She hadn't had any time to think about it; she had been so busy keeping Nico happy that she had completely forgotten about herself. How had she been?

"Okay, I guess." Hazel shrugged.

Pluto gave her an amused look.

"You seem to feel better."

She blushed slightly.

"Any reason to why you're here?" Hazel asked curiously.

The god chuckled.

"Besides checking up on you? Yes. First," He locked eyes with Hazel, and she could see genuine gratitude in his dark eyes, "thank you for taking care of Nico. He seems to feel so much better. I don't think you know quite how much he appreciates you being there for him."

Hazel smiled a little.

"Everything for my brother."

"And…" Pluto suddenly looked troubled. He dropped his gaze to the floor. "And to return the favor, I have an offer for you."

Hazel raised an eyebrow. She felt a little uncomfortable with how nice her father suddenly had become. She was waiting for the catch; why would he even care about her after ignoring her for such long time?

"It's against the rules, but I've spoken to the other gods." Pluto mumbled. "Most of them agreed; he is missed of many of the demigods. We voted, and we all agreed that this time, but just this time, we would make an exception."

She stared at the god, confused. What did he mean?

"Of course, I have to try and convince Thanatos too. And some other minor gods. We don't want them to go after him to kill him just when he has returned to life, do we?" Pluto chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Hazel asked slowly. The puzzlepieces were being put together in her head, but she was too scared to believe what she thought he meant.

Pluto took a deep breath, and stared Hazel right in her eyes.

"I could make Leo Valdez come back to life again."

Everything went blurry. Hazel felt dizzy, but she managed not to stumble and continued to stare at Pluto in confusion.

"How?" She croaked.

"With the help of the other gods, I could give him life again. As a thank you for helping me out with Nico. It's not just a gift from me to you; the gods had for a long time been wondering how to thank the seven of the prophecy for the help. This seemed to be the perfect way - if you accept it, of course."

Hazel still couldn't believe what she was hearing. Leo-Leo could come back? She could hold him, press her lips against his and see his wonderful face again?

She didn't know what to say. Of course she wanted Leo back, she loved him and missed him so much every day that her heart was threatening to explode, but she couldn't just take him back like that. He was with his mother again, and he was in Elysium. Leo was happy.

"But… His mom?" Hazel whispered.

Pluto smiled crookedly.

"I've already talked to him. Yes, he's happy with his mother down in the Underworld, but he wants you back. He doesn't want to be happy without you. So he agreed that if you accepted, he would gladly come back."

Hazel felt a lump in her throat. Leo had agreed to this. He didn't want to be happy without her. She wanted him back so badly, but was it right? He finally had reunited with his mom…

Then she remembered his goofy grin. His black, curly hair that Hazel loved to draw her fingers through. His corny jokes, his happy personality and the vulnerable, hurt person he was under the humor. His brilliant, brown eyes staring in to hers, his lips pressed against her own and his arms wrapped around her when she couldn't sleep.

"Yes." It was so quiet that Hazel didn't know if Pluto had heard her, so she said it once again but louder. "Yes, I want him back."

And that's how it ends. Actually, I hadn't planned it to end like this, but it turned out pretty good and I hope you like it too :)

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