Some months later...

'Why? Why did he have to die?' sobbed Annabeth.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes had bags under them and were bloodshot. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her skin had gotten quite pale. But, if you looked at her stormy grey/gray you could see a burning fire of anger.

She smiled an empty smile at herself.

-------Time Skip------

Don't kill me!

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She shot open the door to a screaming Nico di Angelo.

She felt a little guilty coming in when he was having a nightmare.

But her guilt was overcome by rage.

She went over to his bed and shook him awake.

Then something happened, that she hadn't planned for.

His eyes were dull, and bloodshot, with bags under them as well. He looked at her, with his dull and lifeless eyes. When he saw who it was he started sobbing into his hands.

He looked at her with his tear streamed face. She lifted her fist to lay a blow.

When.... he got something from under his bed.

😭

He opened her fist and place a dagger in it.

She widened her eyes in shock, as he situated himself on the bed.

He smiled a lifeless smile at her.

Her hand began trembling, and then she realized what she was doing. The dagger was inches away from his chest when she pulled it back, and it clanged on the floor.

He looked at her with sad eyes. Then tears began welling up in her own eyes, as she enveloped him in a hug.

Then he whispered, "it should've been me..... It should've been me." hoarsely.

She tightened her hands around him. "Nico, don't say that.."

"No one would miss me." he looked at her as though he had accepted this as the truth.

"Nico!"

"What? It's the truth. If I had been gone, no one would miss me. Oh, maybe they would mourn for a few days, but then I'll just be a horrible memory, that they won't have anymore. "

She opened her mouth to speak when he put up a hand to silence her.

"...But, everyone will miss Percy Jackson. He'll always be missed, even a hundred years from now, everyone will remember Famous Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, a survivor of Two wars, and Tartarus. The boyfriend of Annabeth Chase. You don't need to tell me otherwise, I know it's the truth."

"What about Hazel? What about your friends? You'll still be remembered, Nico! Everyone looks at you with awe. Being able to survive Tartarus alone? Heck, if Percy and me weren't together, we'd both probably be dead by now. We would never have won the wars without your help. You told us about the doors of death. You persuaded Hades to help, we would never have known about the labyrinth! And so many other things. You were able to get the Romans to help in the war, without us knowing. You kept two societies separate for so long. If you hadn't the war might now have ended the way it did. Stop putting yourself down, Nico!"

He looked at me in shock. Then a shadow fell over his face, as he scoffed, "What, did you and Will plan this together?"

She was shocked at how much Nico believed that people hated him, and didn't care. "No! Nico, I'm telling the truth!"

"Yeah, right. What, are you gonna tell me, that Bianca's death wasn't my fault either?"

She gasped, he still truly believed that it was his fault. "Nico! It wasn't your fault! You didn't ask her to join the hunt!"

"She died trying to give me a toy! A toy!"

"How were you supposed to know, that she was going to pick it up?"

"I-I......."

"Exactly."

His face looked pained. "Yeah, but Percy's death was my fault."

She didn't know how to reply.

"See, you don't deny it! If only I had shadow traveled us away. If only I'd opened a hole to Tartarus. If only I summoned more skeletons." He was crying again.

"If only I asked Percy to go on a date later. If only I hadn't set it up. If only I sensed something was wrong. If only I was there. If only, doesn't cut it Neeks. There are so many things we could've done to stop his death, but we didn't. We couldn't. "

Nico faced away from me. After a few minutes, "If only, Percy hadn't seen me walking in the woods that day....."

Then he started sobbing, I held him close, as he cried onto my shoulder.

I realized how selfish I was being, I only cared how I had felt when he died. I didn't think about how much it had affected the others. With new found determination, she looked at Nico in the eyes. "Nico, we can't just spend the rest of our life, thinking about how we could've stopped Percy from dying, we can't mourn for the rest of our lives. We need to honor him, we need to show loyalty to our friends. We need to make a stand."

Realization appeared on his face as he nodded.

"I'm with you...." They embraced once more, as they held hands and left the cabin. 

How was that?

Who's P.O.V. should I do next?

Ideas?