A/N: My first Thalia/Luke. For the pjo_fic_battle c2 on Livejournal, and their summer contest. I was really excited to write this, haha. It's my first Thuke. I hope it turned out good!
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing!
Fire. The crackling sound of embers. The smell of burning cloth.
Thalia stands away from the crowd of campers, looking as composed and dignified as she can on her crutches. Her eyes are as dark and stormy as electric blue can get. Her lips are drawn into a thin line, and she thinks that she would rather be anywhere else than here.
But in reality, that's a lie, because they're burning the shroud of the only man she has ever loved.
The flames lick up the side of the white shroud; the green embroidery of the winged sandal begins to burn. Percy and Annabeth, who are holding on the top of the silky fabric, simultaneously let go.
The shroud blazes, just like Thalia's heart.
Percy picks up the next shroud, a hot-pink one that Thalia knows is Silena's. Frowning, the daughter of Zeus turns on her heels and makes her way out of the ceremony. The pained faces of the campers around her etch themselves into her mind, reflecting her feelings.
Thalia travels all the way over to the edge of Camp, pausing by the tree that was once hers. She sighs, and raises one hand to run her fingers along the rough bark of her tree. This place is special to her.
He had come here often, just sitting and talking to her, and somehow- someway- she had heard him. She had flashes of him leaning his back against her tree, looking up into the branches and telling her all about what was going on. He acted as if she was really there- not in a tree, but sitting next to him, laughing at his jokes and listening to what he had to say.
Thalia leans against her tree and slides down to the ground, exhaling loudly. She clenches her fists as images of him dance in her head, teasing her, and they remind her that he isn't there. Her nails dig into her skin, but she welcomes the pain. She isn't supposed to feel this way. She is a Hunter, she has no love for any man whatsoever. It is wrong. It is not who she is.
However, sitting at the base of her tree, she can't help but feel completely and irrevocably in love with a dead man.
Thalia, hesitantly, turns her head up to the branches above her. She mimics his movements, and she stares and stares and she tries to feel if he is there beside her, there with her. She closes her eyes and reaches out with her soul, calling his name.
She whispers it out loud, once. "Luke."
Nothing. He isn't there. He is gone.
A tear falls, and she hastily wipes it away. Glancing behind her, she notices her fellow Hunters filing out of the ceremony, searching around. Thalia stands up slowly and places her hand on the tree as she balances herself. She grabs her crutches and moves forward.
Luke is dead, and she feels alone right now, more alone then she has ever felt in her life. Phoebe calls her name, and she waves before turning back to look at the tree.
She sighs, smiles softly, and whispers to the empty air, "I love you."
Thalia says goodbye.
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