Hello, everyone, just a quick note. ingloriousMachina has written her own version of the death. I will be writing the next chapter.

Percy sat in deep thought. He was hesitant to do what he was about to do. Perhaps this despair was just a phase. It would come and go in its own time. He would feel fine soon. Relief was soon to follow.

He isolated himself in the dark and waited for hours. He was going to be alright. He had to wait it out. Power through it. Pain is a reminder that you're still alive.

But did he deserve it?

His moment of peace left him as quickly as it came. The agony. He shuddered and writhed, tortured by his own mind. He tried to drown it out, but he couldn't. It was he who was drowning.

Now he was convinced that there was only one way to surface.

Should he have said goodbye? He contemplated this. He wanted to explain himself, to write down his final thoughts. They deserved a reason, but words wouldn't come. He wasn't so sure he was thinking rationally.

Only one way to surface.

Percy stepped outside for one last look around. The camp was tranquil and still, blanketed under the night sky. It would be his last glimpse of this cursed place.

He longed to reach out. To apologize. To say goodbye. There was much he wanted to say, but he could not.

He hoped they would understand. Perhaps he was doing them a favor.

Percy closed the door of his cabin and made sure no one was passing through.

He had what he needed. No reason to back down now.

Time to say goodnight.

It was hard to maneuver riptide in the space he had. It took much effort, but he managed to run his blade over both wrists.

The sword clattered to the ground, only to return to his pocket.

Blood dripped from his shaking hands. He waited. His head swam and he bled out. Soon, he was going to be free.

Percy laid down in his bunk. He felt his pulse in his ears, becoming thready. His hands were cold, and slick with blood.

His limbs, and soon his whole body were cold. So cold. The blood left in his veins ran as ice. Was this a mistake? No, of course. And it was too late, anyway. He'd made his decision.

The cold was replaced with incredible warmth. He saw a lovely garden. Such a gorgeous sunrise over the ocean. Hanging flora over masterfully marble columns.

"Percy," someone unseen was speaking.
What a beautiful voice that was washing over him. He was in love.

"Percy," it must've been an angel calling his name. How beautiful it was, how beautiful!

"Percy!"

The voice became closer as a black flower bloomed behind his eyes.

He felt himself shaking.

"PERCY!"

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