Dear Percy,
There are plenty of things I could say. But it wouldn't help anything. In the end I couldn't stop us from falling. You were there for everything. I didn't mean to, but I dragged you into pretty much everything I did. And I'm sorry. It's my fault you fell. It's my fault it ended. It's my fault we lost, and it's my fault that you didn't make it out. The door closed too fast and, and . . . I couldn't do anything about it. I should have fought against you more. It should be me on the other side of that door. Not you. Not you. Not you. If I could, I'd switch places with you in a heartbeat. Sometimes the murderous glances I get just arent' worth living for. I'd never think to end it willingly. I'm not a coward. You know I'm not. But if I had to die in your place, I wouldn't be too upset. In fact, I'd go willingly. Because you're much more valuable than me. Your selflessness only hurts yourself. People look at me like I killed you. And I probably did. They wouldn't look at you that way if I was down there. I'd just be another casualty. You're the hero. You're the one everybody looks up to. I'm just part of the team. Percy, no matter how much I love you, the memories we had can't take away the pain. And the more I remember, the more it hurts. I'm sorry Percy. I'm so sorry. And everyday, I think, "It should be me." Because it should. I dragged you down. I let you stay trapped. It's my fault you can't come out. It's my fault you won't be coming back. It's my fault you're gone. And I can't do anything about it. I love you Percy,
Annabeth ________________________________________________________________________________________


Annabeth folded up her letter and dropped it into the pit. She knew it may never get to him. But it was worth a try. She knew one thing, and one thing only. She would never give up looking for him. He may be lost. But lost things, can almost always be found. And on the off chance she didn't find him, she would just have to fall down to Tartarus herself and continue searching there. Someday, if only in her dreams, she would find him. She would find him, and she would love him and hold him until she couldn't anymore.Annabeth walked away from the pit, and turned back to the Argo II. Piper and Hazel enveloped her with hugs and tears. As the tears stained her shirt, she pulled away from them and sulked to her cabin. Closing the door, she curled up on the bed and cried herself to sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day. They could continue searching tomorrow. Maybe she'd be able to think better with some rest. Tomorrow, she'd continue on her search for Percy. Tomorrow. . .

Notes

I really just was going through some Percy Jackson withdrawal. I needed to fill the hole with some depressing letters and fanfiction. Hope you liked it! Feedback is much appreciated!