Before you guys read this, I want to apologize. I know many of you will not want to read this, considering what it is about. I wrote it when I was feeling particularly stressed and unable to keep up with everything around me, and writing is honestly like an outlet of emotions for me. And after I finished writing it and editing it, I realized that it was one of the better things I have written. So I've been debating putting it out or not, for fear of upsetting people, and in the end, I decided, why not. As long as I give you a proper warning before it starts.

Anyways, girlgenius22, I'm sorry I wasn't able to make a proper break-up story for Percabeth, but if you're going for something sad, I think this might be worse.

Please read with careful discretion. If you're not in the mood for a death scene or you just don't want to read such a thing, feel free to ignore this.

Also, the song lyrics stated are from Hotel Ceiling by Rixton. The song is about a different type of death, so I just chose some specific lyrics that I thought applied to this scenario.

I've been staring at the hotel ceiling,

Drinking everything I've found this evening,

Trying to hold on to the sweetest feeling,

So I'll never let you go, don't you leave me lonely.

He went in his sleep.

A peaceful way to die. She's happy that the gods granted him that at least. After the hard, painful lives they had endured, that was the least they could have given him.

But did they have to do this to her?

Did they have to steal away her only light like this? Did they have to torment her by having her wake up in the morning only to see the life sucked out of his lungs, the beats fading away from his heart, his body coming closer and closer its final twitch until suddenly, it goes limp, and just like that, he's gone. And she's gone too. She died with him that very morning. All that's left is the husk of a seventy-three year-old woman who wishes she could drink herself away into oblivion, but she can't because she swore an oath on the Styx never to drink in honor of Percy's experiences with his old stepfather.

Why does she do this to herself?

And she's contemplated suicide at least three times in the last half-hour. She can't live without him. He is - was - no, she can't do this to herself right now. She can't come to terms with this. He's not dead. There's no way he's dead. This is impossible. Her Seaweed Brain is still alive.

Yes. He's alive. And soon enough, he's going to wake up and give her that lopsided grin and bury his face in her neck and let his grey hair rub against her wrinkled skin and make fun of that fact that now they're so old and yet they feel so young and in love and nothing can ever pull them apart. Not even death.

Not even death…

Could she do it? Could she pull an Orpheus and demand her husband back? Would she be able to hold onto him for a little longer?

Hades would never allow it, but she could try. She could throw a tantrum and cite all his heroic qualities and make an argument that she needs him back and that the world needs him back because he was the only beauty left in this world. The only thing keeping her from losing her grip on life and falling into that abyss again.

And he's gone.

She screams into the empty apartment. Tears streaming down her face as she cries about how unfair it all is. Why did he have to go before her? Why did they have to put her through this pain?

Then she smiles. Knowing Percy, if she had gone first, the world's toilets would have all exploded when he found out. The poor plumbers…

She's reminded of the day they first properly met, when Percy decided to empty the camp's toilets on Clarisse's head. And hers. But it was amusing nonetheless.

And when they embarked on the Thrill Ride O' Love when they were twelve, and Percy somehow kept her from losing her head over all of those spiders.

And Percy as a guinea pig. Gods, he was adorable.

Their first dance in a stuffy high school gym while Thalia complained about the absence of Green Day's music.

Their kiss on the volcano.

When he showed her his weak spot.

Their underwater kiss. Their trip to Paris. Their countless moments on the Argo II. Their engagement, wedding, honeymoon.

Every single moment she spent with him lives inside of her now. She would never forget it. She would never forget him. Ever.

The love of her life. Perseus Jackson. He would always be alive in her heart. Forever. Regardless of whether her heart was beating or still.

Her face is slick with tears, and her heart is tearing itself apart in anguish, yet she can't stop smiling.

Her beautiful Seaweed Brain.

The only one who could make her feel frustrated beyond compare, yet still command her heart. The only one who could brighten her day with just one glance. The only one who could dare make fun of her without being threatened with a dagger. The only one who she would ever depend on, the only one who loved her enough to depend on her, the only one who she respected even more than the gods, the only one.

Her one and only.

He was her heart and soul.

And now he's gone.

But he will live on.

She went in her sleep the very next day.

Sorry, again, about this. If you read it, I hope you liked it. If you have any feedback, feel free to let me know.