Blood. Blood is all over. A deep red shein expels an accent of all. Everyone's dead. I might as well be too. Its all my fault. He's right.
The sound of the echoing fire.
The shell falling to the ground.
"Percy, just... just hold on. Please. I'm begging you, we can work this out!"
"Oh Annabeth, I love you. The speed of your light, it could save everything. But it can't change the inevitable shadows that come closing in."
This world burns, it dies.
In the end, nothing could stop it.
Like the dagger protruding from her chest, blood pooling around the lifeless body.
We won, sure.
We lost though. There are no winners, simply survivors.
A life worth living.
But that's it, we aren't living. We are watching the figure of death inching closer and closer. We see others trying to run from the end beside us.
Forever's a funny thing, isn't it?
Nothing is left to live for. She is dead. The end.
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Blue Skies
FanfictionWho was the person standing over every dead body. Who heard the last words. Who carried out their wishes. Who was our one constant? Who? Who? Why bother. It doesn't matter anyway. Might as well die. TW: Cursing Disordered Eating Depression Anxiety...
