Okay, so don't kill me now. I know I've been gone for almost a year. And I would really like to apologize to that. My schedule isn't allowing me to have the time to write and post and update. Anyway, enjoy reading the last post for What Life Brings!

Disclaimer: Rick owns the characters, I own the plot and the story line.

It's been 6 months...

6 months since the incident.

6 painful months.

6 months since I've started having nightmares because of what happened that night.

6 months since I last saw him.

I would wake up in the middle of the night and scream; replaying the same scene over and over again. I've been having sessions with a psychiatrist since I was released from the hospital. It's a frightening thing to happen to an 18 year old girl.

Right now, I'm in a cab, on my way to his grave. Still, I haven't got over with what happened to him. Most of the nights composed of me crying in my sleep, knowing that I won't be able to see him anymore. It pains me to know that, I won't be able to talk to him and assure him of my feelings.

As I walk passed different gravestones, I imagined if things happened differently that night; I imagined, what if I was the one lying 60 ft below the ground, body rottening in bugs and earth.

I remember the first time I woke up in the hospital. It was 3 days after the incident that night and I totally went berserk. I kept yelling and yelling until the nurses came in to give me shots to calm me down. I would remember Dad telling me that he had a hard time getting a hold of me while they give me shots that, accidentally, it was him who was been given the shot. Thrice.

"But, that didn't matter, sweetheart. I wouldn't get tired of holding you down until you get better. I won't get tired of taking care of you, until you get better. You'll get better, I promise." He'd said.

I wasn't in my complete state of mind until I finished my daily sessions with the psychiatrist. So, technically, I forgot to ask how was he. Dad kept avoiding the question, "Take some rest, first. You need to regain your old state again."

It was thursday afternoon when my dad had to go to back to our house to get a few more clothes for me and for him. I couldn't think stop fidgetting. Why did dad dismiss my questions when I asked what happened to him. I was sitting in the chair near the window, looking at the kids ourside running around, when the nurse came in to check on me. I got up and sat on the bed and she checked my blood pressure. "Normal. You're getting much better, Ms. Chase. Your mental and emotional state seems good. I guess you'll be discharged sooner than we'd expected." The nurse smiled at me. I took this chance to ask her about what happened last night.

"Oh, uhm, well... Two out of three guys made it, though the other one was in a bad condition. Shot by the shoulder by the other guy. The other one wasn't lucky."

The nurse looked at me with such pity, and gave me a hankie. I didn't felt the my tears until she wiped it herself.

She placed her hand in my shoulder and squeezed it a little bit. "I'm sorry"

Then, the tears won't stop from falling.

As I got to his gravestone, I placed the flowers I got for him and sat down.

"Hey," I said, as if he was alive and in front of me.

"It's been a while since I finally got the courage to come up here. I'm sorry it took me 6 months." I sighed heavily. Listening to the sound of the wind blowing, the trees and the serene sound of the graveyard. Wow. I'd never thought I'd use the word "serene" to describe a graveyard. Usually, I'd go with "creepy". I smiled and shook my head.

"You know, I never got to properly say my feelings for you. And I'd regretted not telling it to you the day I found out you...

"I've always loved you, you know. There wasn't a time that I didn't, well, maybe but, you know..." I laughed softly.

"I'm really sorry for all the things that I did and didn't do when I was by your side. I know you also want to say sorry to me, that night... I forgive you, even if you didn't ask. I forgive you."

I stayed there until my phone rang. I answered it on it's 4th ring. I smiled.

"Hey"

"Where are you?"

"Just... visiting an old friend"

"Old friend? Who's this old friend? Is it a girl or a boy?"

"Woah there. You ask too many questions." I laughed at his childlike attitude

"You can't blame me-wait, hang on. You're not answering my questions."

He really sounded like a 5 year old. I laughed again.

"Which one?"

"Where are you?"

"I told you, I'm visiting an old friend. Anyway, I was about to get going, I'll see you and the others in a little while."

"Annabeth! Seriously where-"

I hang up. And look at the gravestone. I smiled and imagining him standing, smiling back at me.

"Good bye, Dean."

I knocked on his door and was faced with a very infuriated Percy.

"Seriously, Annabeth, is there anymore old friends I should know about?"

"Seriously, Seaweed brain, will you stop your suspicion paranoia? I visited Dean."

"Oh" He said and I walked in. It was our usual movie night and there sitting on the couch was Nico, Thalia and Luke.

"I wanted to watch Edward Scissor hands!"

"Come on, Thals. When are you going to stop you obsession with creepy Johnny Depp?" Luke said browsing through the DVDs.

"I'll stop when you stop calling him creepy!"

"Why don't we let Nico pick the movie."

"Huh? Oh, uhm. The Breakfast Club?"

"Okay! The Breakfast Club it is."

Thalia grunted and Luke laughed.

"Annabeth, can we please, go to your apartment and watch my dear Johnny Depp at the comfort of your home?"

I sat beside Nico and Percy got the popcorn from the kitchen before he sat down next to me.

"It's game night. Dad and the boys are watching football."

"Ugh!" She turned to Luke. "Be thankful that your my boyfriend and I love you." Luke planted a kiss on her cheek and smiled goofily. "Thank you."

"And I'm thankful for you too, Wisegirl." Then he gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Why am I here again?" Nico said.

"Because you're our friend and you know how to pick a good movie."

After 3 movies, everyone fell asleep. I got up and went to Percy's room to find some warm blankets. I got surprised when I felt a pair of hands holding my waist. I spun around and saw a pair of green eyes looking back at me.

"Percy? I thought you were sleeping."

"Well, as soon as I felt you weren't beside me I woke up. What are you doing in my room?" He held me closer to him. I can smell his scent-a mixture of the smell of the ocean and mint.

"I was looking for blankets."

"Oh. I thought you wanted to lure me here and seduce me into sleeping here with you." He rubbed his nose into mine.

"Ha ha." Good thing the light was off or else I'll Percy will see my face all scarlet red.

He sat on the bed and pulled me to sit on his lap, giving me a long, sweet kiss. I didn't know how long we were kissing until we had to break apart to catch our breath.

He looked at me and held his gaze.

"What?"

He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek.

"I never thought that life would bring me such a wonderful gift."

"Really? And what gift is that?"

His face moved closer to mine, so close that when I pout, I could kiss him. He looked into my eyes and grabbed my hand and placed it in his chest.

"You."

"I guess that's what life brings, huh." I smiled.

"Yeah."

And we just sat there wishing that that moment will last forever.

And it's done! I would like to thank each and everyone who read, reviewed, and patiently (and impatiently) waited for my updates. I love you guys so much for appreciating me. I always read your comments and I always find it as an encouragement to continue writing. :) 3

Speaking of...

I promised that I will continue one of the short stories I posted but I decided to put that on hold because! Tentenenen! I have a new story and I am writing it, as of right know. And I will be post it after I post this. I'm already down to chapter 4. So, I think it'll be i think, 30 chapters or less.

It's a Clace (Clary and Jace) story. I hope you guys will love it! After that story, I'll be making another Percabeth.

Here's a sneak peak of my new Fic: Enjoy :)

Since Clary was a little girl, she really loves to write stories and dreamed that her stories will be published one day. She will do whatever it takes for that to happen. But after a series of events and after her roommate moved out of their apartment, her plans suddenly fell through.

Jace, on the other hand, had been living with a silver spoon on his mouth for his entire to be independent, Jace's father grant his wish to live in NY, and experience a life without being dependent on his family's money for a year until he fully takes his place as the CEO of W.H. Enterprise. But the problem is, where will he stay?

Clary needs a roommate. Jace needs a place to stay. What will happen when two people, completely the opposite of each other, live under one roof? What will happen to Clary and Jace in Apartment 805?

The title of my New Fic is "Apartment 805"

Please Enjoy reading and Review :)

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