Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.

The moon shines on the path as the lone figure slowly walks down it.

Alone, alone, the trees cry.

She is, in fact, alone. She has been alone for decades. But it is too late to change that, and she has accepted it.

But, somehow, walking on this moonlit path gives her hope. Hope in the future and what it holds for her. She doesn't want to be alone forever.

Alone, alone.

She walks into the grove, the moon creating a halo over her head.

Alone, alone.

She sits down fluidly, brushing the grass with her fingers.

"You came," a voice says, surprise evident.

"I don't want to be alone," she replies. "Not anymore."

Alone, alone.

"Are you sure?"

She swallows, her throat dry.

"No."

"Will you ever be?"

"No."

"Good-bye then, I suppose."

"Good-bye," the figure answers stiffly.

The voice fades into the wind, and the girl is left alone with her thoughts.

Alone, alone.

"I don't want to be alone," she whispers, heartbroken. "I don't want to be alone."

But she knows that she will be, then and forever.

Alone, alone.

AN: The end. That was supposed to be a nice fluffy Percabeth piece. Oops.