He was so close to giving up. So close to stop fighting and just let the death that he longed desired to claim him.

She runs towards him frantically has he crumples to the ground, lifeless. She screams to the heavens, "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?!???" Her voice cracks, "how could you..." A tear slowly trickles past her nose. The salty taste is the only keeping her grounded. Another one drops off of her chin and lands on his forehead. She grabs his knife.

She stares at his blood that was on the silver blade. "If he can't live" she whispered "than neither can I." She lifted the blade in front of her, and pointed the pointed end towards her heart. As her hands shake, she hears a voice. "Hey, how are you doing?" It croaks from beneath her.

She looks down at him and gets captured in his sea green eyes. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized was she was about to do.

The tears that are dripping slowly down her face are brushed away by calloused hands that are somehow as soft as the sands on the beach.

"I," she choked out. He was really here? Or was this some cruel joke the gods were playing on her? His eyes never left her grey ones as he moved his hand, and weakly shoved her arm, causing the blade to clash to the ground. Was this really him?

"Hey Wise Girl," he whispers, his voice strained.

"Percy" she cried as she collapsed on top of him. She sobbed into his blood stained shirt as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. "You st-stupid sea-sea weed brian" she said in between her cries.

His low chuckles rumble from deep within his chest, "what's new?" She smacks him in the face, right on a newly formed bruise, " HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? FIRST YOU 'DIE' FOR 2 WEEKS, THEN YOU VANISH FOR 8 MONTHS, AND NOW YOU ACTUALLY DO DIE??" She screams at him, tears flowing down her face.

The humor vanished from his face, which was actually kind of surprising. "Wise girl," he spoke softly. "Do you think I would ever do this to you on purpose? I didn't want to leave, but what choice did I have? I was brain washed. Sorta. Do you really think I'm playing a cruel joke on you?" She didn't know what to think.

"I- I don't know. I was upset... I didn't mean it Percy, I swear..." She opened her mouth to continue, but then suddenly, she felt a piercing pain in her stomach. Percy gasps. She reaches her hand, still stinging from slapping Percy, down to her stomach. As she pulls her hand away, it comes back sticky with the faintly shimmery blood of demigods, a mixture of golden ichor and human blood.

Percy watched on horror as she swayed slightly before hitting the ground. "Wise girl. You have to fight it" he whispered. "I-I but I'm so tired just let me sleep" she moaned.

"NOOO!" Percy screamed. He looked around frantically. Will was down and Nico was furiously fighting off the enemy army. The rest of the Apollo cabin was rushing around healing the others or shooting down the monsters. "P-percy... I love you..." He looked down. Annabeth had a sad smile on her face staring at him, but her stormy irises weren't swirling around, sparkling with intelligence and love anymore. They were dull and lifeless. Percy stared at them in shock. What was wrong with them? Was she having a vision? What had happened? Her blonde hair hung limply from his arm as he held her close to his chest.

He rocked her back and forth. That's all he could do. He didn't know how to help her like the Apollo kids could, and he didn't have ambosia. Even if he did, she couldnt have any. She had already had so much in the last week.

Her form grew cold. He looked around frantically, to see if he could see a trace of Thanatos, to beg him please don't take Annabeth from him.

To switch places with her. She had a whole future ahead of her. He didn't have much to go for. She was brave and smart, and he couldn't live without that. He needed to hear her smart alick comments every time he did something stupid and he needed to see her face scrunch up as she laughed breathlessly. To see the spark she had in her eyes when she was right and the pout on her face when she was wrong. To be able to hold her close when he had a nightmare about Tartarus, and lay his head in her lap when she was reading a book in the park.

He thought back to what he could remember from when he was amnesiac. The way she would kiss him whenever he did something stupid. He would do anything to hear her say anything, even "I hate you," if it was just to hear her voice. He screamed out. It wasn't fair. He was dead, but she saved him, but he couldn't do anything to save her. It wasn't fair.

"When is anything fair" he muttered bitterly. 'I had Gabe for a step father, I so nearly lost Annabeth so many times, I had nearly gotten killed so many times my self. I won't forgive the gods if they did this. If she dies, im storming to Olympus. I'll fight Hera and Zeus if I have to. I'll get on my knees and beg Hades to bring her back if I have to." He promised as he stroked her bloody hair.

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Ok so this is all we got. The prompt is the first paragraph and the paragraphing in general is a little odd because each paragraph is me or her talking, so.... JOIN US AND SUFFER !!!!!!
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