Hazel's POV

3 years later...

I walked out to the strawberry fields and picked some to go in me and Frank's old picnic basket. I shoved them in with a bouquet of flowers and a note that read:

Dear Frank,

Remember me?

I'm so sorry.
I was such a fool.
I was young, and immature.
I didn't know what to do.
I was scared, terrified really.
I hope you will forgive me.
It has been three years now, and I haven't even looked at anyone else.
My friends say move on, but I promised myself never to love again.
You may ask what lesson I learned out of all this?
Love is weakness.

Goodbye, Frank

~Hazel

I placed the basket at Frank's grave, then walked back to camp. People tried to comfort me but I pushed them away. I headed straight for the Hades cabin.