Percy coughed violently as his blood continued to seep out of his wound.
"I couldn't believe you, Perseus Jackson!" Annabeth screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"I was faithful to you forever! I took a poisonous knife for you! How could you cheat on me?!"
Percy's eyes widened while Drew smiled smugly.
"No, Annabeth, wait-" he tried to say.
But it was too late.
He could only look sadly at her retreating form and his ring that she had dropped.
"Oh, Percy, why did I ever doubt you?!" Annabeth sobbed as she tried to stop the bleeding.
Annabeth lifted his shirt and gasped at the gaping wound.
Percy smiled bittersweetly at all the times that had caused trouble.
His eyes started closing.
Oh, the irony of it all, taking a knife for the beautiful woman who had misinterpreted things and refused to admit her mistake because of her hubris.
Until now.
He went depressed the day his Wise Girl left him.
He didn't know his purpose in the world.
There were no seasons to him.
All he could see was the endless winter.
The chilling cold.
Everything lost their color and became shades of gray.
Just like her eyes.
"Perrrcy, why?" Grover had bleated as he carefully bandaged the bleeding cuts on his best friend's arms.
For him.
"Percy, why?" Frank and Hazel had said sadly, looking at the shell of Percy Jackson.
He wasn't ever the same.
They'd baked blue cookies for him, cookies that he'd never even touched. But they continued to give him baked goods.
For him.
"Percy, why?" Reyna, Piper, Clarisse, and Thalia had actually cried.
For him.
"Percy, why?" Leo, Travis, and Connor had stopped pulling pranks.
For him.
"Cupcake, why?" Coach Hedge somehow became caring.
For him.
"Percy, why?"
Everyone was sad and scared.
Sad that their hero was depressed.
Scared of that said hero.
Sad and scared because of him.
"Why can't the Fates just let me die?"
That question haunted everyone as they saw the cuts on his arms.
"Hold on, Percy," Sally smiled sadly.
"Hold on, Percy," Chiron patted his student on the back.
It was all his fault.
He was guilty.
He couldn't bring himself to apologize to Annabeth.
It was almost his appointment with Thanatos. He could feel it.
The campers felt hopeless as their leader was dying.
The only things Percy had talked to, the wolves in the woods, howled for their friend.
The canines didn't let anyone sleep that night.
Annabeth's eyes were red and puffy as she cradled her Seaweed Brain.
Her world was blank. She was empty without him.
At least that ***** Drew died.
He was the one who had helped Annabeth get over her PTSD of Tartarus.
But without her, Percy still had nightmares and flashbacks.
"Hold on, Percy," Nico cried.
"Hold on, Percy," Will sobbed.
Percy was still guilty.
He didn't protect his Wise Girl from heartbreak.
He saved her.
That was what the knight in shining armor was supposed to do, wasn't it?
Yet, it felt wrong, putting her through the loss of a loved one.
"I'm bleeding out for you," he sang, his voice trembling.
The red liquid pouring from his torso turned black from the slow-killing poison.
He had broken her heart.
That was what had started this madness.
Now here he was, doing it again.
So he'd bleed out for her.
He took a poisoned knife in the stomach for his Wise Girl.
His eyes closed.
"For you," he whispered.
He took one last shuttered breath.
The world went dark.