Percy and Annabeth had lived long lives, longer than most demigods.

Though they had never had children, they had been happily married one summer afternoon. The guests were an odd bunch, a few mortals, mostly gods seeing as the saviour of Olympus and the world was getting married.

Athena was only there for her daughter.

After ten years of the married life, with countless arguments as well as the happy moments the two died in battle, back to back. It was an honourable way they had died. Fighting. Their side had been winning, and in the end they won, but not without the losses.

They both chose to be reborn three times and try for Elysium.

"Maybe we'll see each other in the next life."

"There's a small chance of that Seaweed Brain."

"I like to think if we're meant for each other-"

"I know. I hope to see you too."

And they shared one last look. She looked twelve again, her blonde hair in a ponytail and wearing her Camp Half-Blood shirt. He also looked twelve, his eyes as green as they were when he was alive.

Then they vanished.

In Percabeth's life, there had been three parts.

Friendship.

Relationship.

Marriage.

What Percy was trying to say was true. If they were truly meant for one another, they'd be together again.