'Till Death Do Us Part
A Songfic of Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift
"I don't know how I'll live like this."
Annabeth's going to leave me soon.
We just got married last year. But all of that is falling apart.
I remember tears
Streaming down your face
When I said I'll never let you go
"You'll survive."
"No hope in believing such things. Don't lie to yourself, Percy."
I started sobbing. Annabeth had a brain tumor. But she refused surgery, and now it's too late.
"It's not worth artificially preserving life. I have done my share, and now it's time for me to go."
"Albert Einstein."
She laughed weakly. It pains me to know that this might be her last laugh.
After saving the world, this is how the Fates repay her. Death at twenty-seven.
"No. I'll never leave your side. And neither will you."
When all those shadows
Almost killed your light
I remember you said,
"Don't leave me alone."
But all that's dead and gone and past,
Tonight
"Stay with me, if you must."
Yes, dear, I'd die for you.
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
How am I going to cope with this?
Annabeth's bony hands cupped my cheeks.
"It's alright, don't cry."
But even she had tears streaming down her face.
Don't you dare look out your window;
Darlin' everything's on fire
The war outside our door
Keeps raging on
"Annabeth."
I stared deep into her eyes.
"Percy."
"'Till death do us part." we said together.
"Promise me that you'll never give up, even after I'm gone."
I bit my lip. Someday, we're going to meet in Elysium.
"I promise."
Curled up to this lullaby
Even when the music's gone,
Gone
"Remember when I called you a wild animal?"
"Annabeth..."
She gave me a soft, sweet kiss.
She laid back on her bed and smiled at me, the world, everybody.
"I love you, Perseus Jackson. And that will never falter."
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound
Annabeth Chase, wife to Perseus Jackson and Architect of Olympus, stopped breathing precisely on October 16, 2024, 1:34 P.M.
I started crying silently.
Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound
I sat on an elegantly carved bench.
"Hey."
"I thought you forgot all about me."
"As if."
I sighed as I placed an arm around the woman's shoulders.
She started tearing up.
"You-you told me you'll never give up. You promised."
Depression works many ways, Annabeth dearest.
"Did you really expect me to find another woman?"
"Yes. You know, I'm not really worth your time. You could have gotten anyone you want."
"I'm not just a random douche you'll meet on the street who knows thousands of ways to break your heart. Not every guy you meet are the same, Annabeth."
She kissed me softly. "Guess we'll dump the whole 'till death do us part concept from here."
"Screw that. Just don't leave me ever again.
On December 3, 2024, Perseus Jackson was officially staying at the Isles of Blest after three lifetimes spent with his wife, Annabeth Chase.