This is a request from FionaGan. I kind of twisted it a bit - sorry...

PERCY POV

I remembered early yesterday morning

Why do I feel

As if I'm gathering piece of broken glass? Blood drips from my cut fingers

He'd just done the hardest thing in his life.

Harder than Tartarus, harder than the Minotaur.

The one person who could help him? He'd just pushed her away. It was like trying to pick up the pieces of a shattered glass statue.You couldn't put it back together, and it hurt you when you tried. He knew he'd hurt Y/N, possibly beyond repair, but he knew he'd hurt himself.

I wonder if we wanted to do these kinds of things

I already knew deep inside my heart

That the most painful choice would be the best

My self-love refuses it and as a result, self-contradiction repeats

This was the best for Y/N. He kept telling himself that. He couldn't let her get hurt. He'd never wanted to do something like this. He'd just wanted... he didn't know what he wanted anymore.

I wonder when we can talk

In this slowly decaying world

A path for my struggling self

He couldn't talk to her anymore. Anytime he tried, her friends shooed him away. The world was losing color, unhappiness simply leeching all the brightness out of everything.

Except for Y/N.

I carve in your colorless smile

I pulled off the plug

I shouted until my voice was dry

The echo reverberates in the empty air

But then, she began to lose color too. It was like he'd pulled the plug to her happiness, and her smile was diminished, coming far and few in between. Even then, her smile was... shrunken, colorless.

Although there was nothing left

After the chains were removed

Fate that allowed us to meet

The darkness interrupts countless and relentless time

"The Fates had been kind." was his single thought after his first kiss with Y/N. Floating, happy, light, Percy literally bounced back to his cabin, not caring that there was a flock (pack? herd?) of harpies on his tail, waiting for the 'tasty, bad children who'd been out of bed.'

It was like the Fates heard him and were like "He's too happy. We need to make him sad again."

And then... and then this happened, and he'd been forced to part ways with Y/N.

For her own safety. He'd do anything for her. Percy would rather her heart hurt than her life extinguished. Percy had no doubt that he could kill Y/N.

"So this is how it is..." I murmured

Somebody's tears flow down dried cheeks

I realized at yesterday's quiet night

That even if I pick up the fallen flower leaves

It won't bloom back to its original form

He knew Y/N had been crying. He'd heard her friends talking about it at lunch, while cursing Percy.

And the raven-haired boy had been fine with that, thinking that he deserved to be cursed. It was his fault.

And he would never love again, his heart still belonged to another.

The small death on top of my hands

Our time is frozen still

I remembered the season when we first met

And your sweetly smiling face

He knew he'd caused their love to crack and fault, just as surely as you know that you've put out a fire when you drown it in water.

The only thing that he lived for were the memories. The ones of their first kiss. First date. He was grasping at straws, for anything leading him back to Y/N.

I push the present to the past and received the scars that we both got

Our hearts are full of thorns

Even in this frustratingly continuing relationship

I sadly can't change my heart

He'd driven their relationship from the present to the past. It'd had a bright future, and he'd shattered it. Completely and utterly destroyed it.

I was loving you, I didn't want to be apart from you

But I have to say it

He remembered the day that he'd broken up with her.

The rain that pours on my heart

Dazed and terrified, even my vision is blurry

I anticipated the hurt

But my body can't move

It was a drizzly day. Zeus must've been annoyed. It wasn't the kind of rain that you could dance and rejoice in, it was the kind of rain that was smothering.

Percy had known that it would hurt. But he hadn't expecting his body to feel like it was being torn apart, for his chest to be weighed down.

And it showed. From then on, the boy's sea-green eyes were shattered, broken.

Fate that connected us

Becomes undone and disappears into everyday life

Goodbye my loved one... This is the end

Now we look go on without looking back

He told himself multiple times to not look back. Don't look at Y/N, furiously swinging her sword as she disemboweled multiple dummies. Perhaps if he'd looked closer though, he would've seen her red-streaked eyes, the way she was biting her lip like she was trying not to cry.

But he told himself often not to look back. Stay strong. Conceal. Don't let anyone see beyond.

Once more, once more

If my wish can come true

I want to be reborn many times

I'll go and meet you from that day

He hoped, once he got Percy past the breaking point, that Percy would make Elysium. Perhaps he could explain everything to Y/N, and perhaps they could be reborn together, into a simpler life, maybe mortals.

A normal life.

Goodbye my loved one... This is the end

Now we look go on without looking back

This is the end

At the end of the day, Percy staggered back to his cabin, dreading what was to come. 

The instant he hit his bunk, he drifted off into Morpheus's realm, a familiar but unwelcome place. He was in a dungeon, like always, in a torn and ripped shirt smeared with blood

A high, cold, thin, but all too familiar voice laughed, the mocking sound filling his ears. 

"Ah, so the mighty Hero of Olympus has finally deigned to join us?" He sneered.

And as he raised the whip and sent it cracking across Percy's back, creating a new gash to join the new scars already decorating the boy's back, Percy had one thought. 

"Why?"

He paused mid-strike. "Why?! You escaped me, Perseus. And you murdered my wife. Surely I deserve a little retribution for that."

He snapped his whip in the air, creating a beautiful, deadly dance of the cord that hypnotized Percy. "This is what I would've done to you if those idiotic disgraces hadn't sacrificed themselves to save you."

"Bob and Damasen," Percy whispered in a voice made hoarse with pain, "were heroes ."

He sent another red-hot flare of pain went streaking across Percy's back. "And my wife. You took away my love. So I took away that little girl that you seemed to be so foolishly in love for. It's only fair, really. You took away the one person who would love me... and so, I took away the one person who could've helped you."

He sent three more jabs of pain down the exact spot on his back, tearing the skin open, letting scarlet blood rush out.

"Only one person should matter to you, Perseus. You should only remember one name. Mine."

"After all," he purred, "I'm the only one left who cares."

And as the lashes of the whip sent Percy into the merciful arms of oblivion, one thought, one name, was gouged deep into his mind, red and scarred.

Tartarus.