Why.
Why, why did it still hurt?
Why was the wound still fresh?
Why cant i get over it?
I told her i would never love another woman in my life again. Not the way i loved her. she told me to move on, that someone else would need me too.
Why did she sacrifice herself?
Why did I let her do it?
I gaze at the knife willing to do it. To have the courage to kill my self to join her. She lasted so long why die now. The one true love of my life.
Annabeth.
Its painfull to think of her name. She died for me, SAVING me from a horror that lusted for blood. I didnt do it for her...that is why i hate my self.
Why I want to die.
This story was written by my friend Rachel. It is the first story, I welcome constructive critticism. I do not own the Percy Jackson series it belongs to its respective owner.