Lily and James, green and hazel, vanilla and chocolate—so similar, and yet so different. The story of their hopes and dreams, their ups and downs, their similarties and differences, but most of all, their love. Rated T for cursing.

Percy and Annabeth made it out of Tartarus, but they're not quite the same. Their battle wounds heal, of course. But can they heal emotionally, or will they continue to live without really living?

Percy is in love with the cellist that plays on the 3rd Street Promenade.

As Percy stared at the churning gray waters below him, all he could think was how Annabeth's eyes used to be the same color. Those eyes, along with her fiery personality, made up the person he loved most in the world. He couldn't survive without her. Percy re-thinks about living in a world without Annabeth in it.