Dear Hazel Levesque,
I miss you. I didn't think think it was possible to even feel this homesick, because, gods, Hazel - you are my home.
(Is this how Annabeth felt before the camps were united?)
Now, please, Honey, please don't be sad. I know you - I've known you since we were just in the fifth Cohort - and I can see you and picture you being so sad for something that is my fault.
I know your past - and you known mine - yet you never showed me any pity. Sympathy, yes, but never pity because your mother died like mine (fuck, you even died).
Sorry for swearing Hazel, I know how much you don't like it. But I don't have anything to erase with and I can't waist the thin amount of paper I have.
Life in the war... it sucks, Hazel. It's cold, even by my standards, and the sounds and whimpers and half the night I'm stuck in flashbacks of the Giant War.
It's crazy to think that was fifteen years ago.
Even crazier to think we're been married for ten of those.
How's Nico? Have Will and him decided to adopt yet? What about Percy and Annabeth? How's their children - have they had more than just Jamie and Jennifer?
Oh, and Leo! I heard about what happened with Calypso... it's odd to think that if she weren't a Titan I'd be speaking to her right now in (hopefully) Elysium.
I think you know that this letter was written before I died Hazel - you're my smart girl.
How's the twins? Is Emily still taking Percy's swimming lessons? How about Sammy? Are they still looking for a girl to date?
What about Piper - have Jason and her finally tied the not or split up?
I'm almost out of paper, I wonder if you've noticed I've not written with led.
I know you like when I do my fancy signing, so I've left room for it. I love you Hazel, and gods - we're only thirty - I better not see you when you get down here until you have gray streaks.
Love,
Frank Zhang