3rd person POV:

"You mean you're giving up?!?!?!?!?!" Sobbed Percy. He was at the police station to check if there were any leads on Lily's kidnapping.

"Sir, she's been missing for 15 years. The trail's gone cold. Every lead we've ever had has been a dead end. I'm sorry." The officer replied.

"But she's out there somewhere!" 

"I'm sorry sir. Your daughter's dead." 

"No!" Percy screamed. 

"Mr. Jackson, perhaps you should go home." 

He angrily left the police station, tears forming in his eyes. All this was his fault. He'd been the last one to see Lily. He should've checked around her room. He ran all the way home and found Annabeth wailing on the couch, clutching the sketch of what Lily would probably look like now. That day was the 15-year anniversary of their daughter's disappearance. If Percy hadn't been such an idiot 15 years ago, their daughter would be 16. After her kidnapping, they wouldn't have another child; they couldn't. Percy curled up next to his wife and cried with her for a long time. 

Then he said, "wanna watch some tv?" (All elictronics within the camp had been made monster-proof.)

"Okay." Annabeth sniffed. 

They turned the tv on and it just happened to be broadcasting a silly little kids' cartoon. They couldn't change it; it was too painful. Annabeth held the picture at arm's length. It was just a computer generated image, but it was all they had. Her curly blonde hair was at her shoulders and her teal eyes were beautiful. 

"I wish you were here, baby." Percy whispered, touching the picture. 

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Sorry it's so short and it's been so long

Love ya!

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