It's been two years. Since Percy's death I mean.

Isn't it sad?

I've always taken him for granten. Like, I never really thought he'd really die. He was always there. Until he wasn't.

I'm not really sure what I did after confessing to Percy's grave. I just ran. I felt everything inside of me crash and burn. I felt tears on my face, but I couldn't wipe them away. Percy deserves my tears.

In case you're wondering, cutting helped.

I was able to control the pain. It was awesome.

But I wasn't sick, I'm twisted. Sick makes it sound like there's a cure. And there was. But he was in the underworld right now.

In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nobody even bothers anymore. Should I be worried, scared, mad, happy, sad? I don't know.

I hope Percy didn't chose rebirth. I want to be with him….

Wait.

I could.

Suicide.

I'm coming.

I didn't even feel anything.

Was it supposed to hurt?

I couldn't think. Percy was this close.

I took my last breath with a smile.

It was cold. Yeah yeah. I know. But really.

I was there. I scanned the crowd, watching for someone or something to lead me to Percy. My Percy. He was here.

I let out a breath. I was dead, he was dead. We could be together now.

If he wanted me.

The thought scared me. What if he didn't?

What if my Percy was someone else's?

All this sudden arms were thrown around my neck. I froze. They were warm.

"You idiot. Oh my gods, why are here?" I knew that voice.

Percy.

I hugged him back. "I missed you."

He pushed me off and I was cold again.

"Why? Jason, I'm not worth it."

I shook my head, refusing to open my eyes. Then I heard him start crying. Over me.

Percy I-always-have-a-joke-and-a-smile-ready-at-the-most-strange-of-moments-sue-me Jackson was crying. Over me. It broke my heart.

I opened my eyes.

Dark hair. Bright eyes. Lean, perfect body. Long lashes. It was him.

I did it.

We kissed. Hint, hint, those lips were soft.

Don't worry. I'm never leaving again.

I love you.

"I love you." He said. To me.

"Love is an understatement."