A/N: Please don't kill me. 😅 And also: The next one is So. Much. Better. I loveeeeee it
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"I am sorry to inform you of the death of Percy Jackson," a doctor told her on the phone, his voice full of pity. She dropped the phone, the glass shattering, the call cut. Dead? He couldn't be dead. Denial, they said, was the first stage of grief. She saw him everywhere. Pretended he still existed. She would turn into a side road, see some random guy, and think it was her best friend. Think it was Percy. She once tapped a man on the shoulder.
"Percy?" she had asked, in a small voice. The man had turned back and glared at her for interrupting his walk. People were jerks. That realization led her to the next stage - anger. She was irritable. She yelled at her dad, she was so furious she even yelled at the Fates.
"Tell me!" she shouted, trembling, "What did he do wrong?! What did I do wrong?!" The Fates had looked at her, the crabby, more like crappy, old ladies, and laughed. They had the nerve to laugh. She had walked off burning with anger, but hadn't done anything because they were immortal. What could she have done? Got herself killed. Though at this point, she found it very tempting. Stage 3 came much later, it took her a long time to get past her anger. But the moment she realized how 'smart' it was, she marched down to the underworld, and began to yell at Hades. To his credit, Hades didn't incinerate her, he just let her talk. And when she began sobbing, he rolled his eyes and demanded Persephone escort out. Persephone was better, she tried to comfort Annabeth. But quickly got bored and left her by herself. Annabeth fell into a depression. Her grades plummeted to Cs, she became so skinny even Helen became concerned. Even Piper and Hazel couldn't get her to talk.
As for the last stage, acceptance? She never quite reached it.
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Percabeth and Sokeefe Oneshots
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