Percy and Annabeth kissed as soon as they thought I was out of sight. But they were wrong. I never let Percy out of my sight cause I couldn't bear to be away from him. He was my everything, first love, first dream, first hero. Yet he refused me. I have no one to blame, other than myself. A bitter laugh made its way out of my lungs. Perhaps Eros was right. Love is never sweet.

I'll be watching you, Percy, from the shadows. I'll be looking out for you. I'll make sure no harm ever makes it way to you and if the Fates plan something else, I'll be sure to kick their asses for you.

Reason, you may ask? I have nothing else than to say that I love you. But I know that your heart is not mine. It never was and it will never be. I can't help but be heartbroken. Don't sweat it cause it's not you fault.

Jason pities me. He was the one that was present when I first admitted that I loved you.

Other campers of Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter are afraid of me, cause I am a son of Hades and don't want to be near me. I am the ghost king. No camp is my home. I am an outsider everywhere on this Earth. Maybe, maybe the giant twins were right. I should have never been born. Or, Tartarus should have killed me.

The voices in my head are shouting at me to kill myself. Maybe, that would be the best solution, to let go and release their souls.

Will is pestering me for resting, yet I am shadow travelling to all the remote places to get some peace. I don't think it would matter if I die. Because "A broken heart is all that's left."