I know you're not coming back, and, honestly, I wish I could hate you. For leaving. For dying. For abandoning me... For abandoning us.

We still need you, Annabeth. Now that you're gone more than ever.

The gods put your constellation in the sky. The lost love. Every time I see it, I miss you more.

I know I should sleep, but the truth is, I haven't slept for a week. Not since you... left.

When Nico gives you this, can you tell him it's not his fault? he blames himself for your death.

Love, Seaweed Brain