Thanks so much to everyone who fav/followed/reviewed! I honestly didn't expect the positive turnout for last chapter. I did like it, though. Anyway, since a couple of you have been asking, I decided to do a unique perspective. No, not a monster, not even a character in the books at all. It's going to be…

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(xD I'm a fangirl, y'know, and I don't want to make people jelly by using certain readers. I just want to see how I would react to the death of my OTP. For convenience, I'm doing this from first person POV, and I have shamelessly borrowed from Percy's chapter.)

I gasped as Percy fell to the ground. No! No way! Not after everything he and Annabeth had been through!

Trembling all over, I flipped the page, barely aware that I was doing it. I was lost in Percy Jackson's amazing world.

The monster laughed and started on Annabeth, and Percy closed his eyes in pain. A few moments later, the sickening crack of bones breaking shot through him like another spear, and it hurt. Oh gods, it hurt. Dying hurt, and Annabeth's dying hurt.

"What?!" I shrieked aloud. "No! Not Percy! Not Annabeth! NOT PERCABETH!" I heartbrokenly wailed, mourning the loss of my beautiful, perfect OTP.

"Percy, it hurts," Annabeth said simply, pain clear in her voice. She was beyond strength. She was broken. As was he.

"No," I gasped. Annabeth had been my role model, my shining example, the best character in the world for me, since I was six. She'd always been so strong, so amazing, so talented and clever and brave. And now I was watching her slowly break. It was almost unbearable, but I forced myself to keep reading.

"Annabeth," was all Percy managed to get out before he fell back against the ground. Rocks dug into his back, and even through the pain all he felt was a dull sort of acceptance of death. An acceptance of the ending of his life.

Percy, I thought to myself. Percy had been my hero, my favorite male character, the wisecrack who could lighten my mood when I read the way no one else could. And now he was dying, and all the fight had gone out of him. The spark I loved in him was dying.

"Oh, Seaweed Brain. You know I love you."

"I love you to hell and back."

"Back at you. Oh my gods, Percy, I love you so much."

"Okay."

"Okay."

I was so heartbroken I barely even noticed the quote from The Fault in Our Stars. Where normally I would have freaked out, I was now silent, desperately hoping that Uncle Rick would make this all okay again. My battered feels had suffered enough under his pen. Percabeth deserved a bright, happy future.

I remembered Percy and Annabeth discussing going to college in New Rome, and though I never cried when I read, I suddenly found myself fighting off tears.

It was so simple, the way they talked to each other in their final moments. Just an exchange of "I love you" and "It'll be okay". And when finally, Annabeth's broken neck caught up to her, as she cried out in pain, Percy put his arm around her to keep her warm, and give her, if only briefly, the illusion that she'd be okay.

I'm not crying, I told myself, rubbing my eyes. I'm just sweating through my eyes, that's all. Percabeth feels are not breaking me into little pieces no one can ever put together (except maybe Newt [he's the shuck Glue!]…but I just remembered something, never mind). No, I was perfectly fine. I was just reading, right? This wasn't real…

Except Percy and Annabeth had been such an integral part of my life for years. I didn't know how life could go on when two great heroes were dead.

But they weren't dead yet, right? I kept reading.

I started actually crying when Annabeth died—I just couldn't believe how utterly cruel Uncle Rick was being. I couldn't believe he had dared to kill off my heroine, and end Blood of Olympus the way I'd never, ever dreamed it would end.

Then, when Percy said his mental goodbyes, I considered throwing the book across the room—I did so hate that cover—but I eventually held back, both because I didn't believe in treating books that way and because I wanted to see what happened in Percy's final moments.

A dull numbness spread through him, starting in his feet and making its way through his whole body, and soon he was blissfully unaware that footsteps were racing toward him and someone was sobbing. He wasn't aware of anything.

And with that, Percy Jackson died.

I turned the page, wondering what the next chapter would be about—but there was no next chapter.

I turned the rest of the blank pages frantically, but there was absolutely nothing. Just Uncle Rick's acknowledgements. I ignored his note on how glad he was that his readers had stuck with Percy to the end. I was too confused inside to care that he was thanking me for my undying loyalty to Percy Jackson.

I closed the book with an angry snap, stared distrustfully at the cover, and chucked the book across the room.

I had never done that before, not even with Death Cure. That had just made me want to cry. Mockingjay had made me want to cry with Katta feels. Allegiant had made me go "excuse me, I think you have a typo". But Blood of Olympus?

NO.

My little brother opened the door and looked down at the book lying on the floor. "Uh…" he said.

"GO AWAY!" I yelled, and burrowed under the blankets, feeling cold. I hadn't realized until that moment just how much Percy and Annabeth meant to me. Yes, perhaps they were both fictional, but I knew them better than I knew anyone in real life. I'd been inside their heads countless times. I'd cried with them, laughed with them, hoped and dreamed and worried and wondered and lived with them…

And it felt like a little part of me had died with them.

No, I'm not crazy. Yes, this would be my real reaction if BoO had actually ended like that (thank the gods it didn't!). Review?