something I've done that I can't outrun

When he kneels at the bank of the River Lethe, he sees the blurred outline of his ghostly form.

Ethan Nakamura pauses.

One drop. One drop can erase betrayal and unfairness and hate and vengeance and pain. One drop can give him a new life, the life he deserved. This is Ethan's savior.

He hesitates to take it.

He feels stupid and naive that he cannot accept the hand offered to him. He knows he is a fool but there is something, wrapping its long, spindly fingers around his heart, begging him not to forget. Telling him to remember.

His soul shifts restlessly. Ethan realizes that he doesn't want to lose his past. He wants the memories ingrained in his head.

He wants to always remember how he honored the minor gods.

What he really wants erase are his foolish actions, his blind revenge, his heartless mistakes. He would like nothing more than to start over with a clean canvas.

Ethan wonders what it would be like to live again. He wonders if maybe life could be enjoyable without a thirst for revenge. And what having two eyes might be like. He could even maybe become like that stupid Jackson-merciful and brave and loyal and kind. He could maybe rediscover belonging again.

But he would do this all as someone else.

Not Ethan Nakamura. Not a foolish son of Nemesis. Not the one who raised Kronos. Not the boy who died to bring honor to the minor gods.

Ethan decides.

He plunges forward, immersing himself in the dark, cold water. And in it he drowns his sorrows and regrets and memories.

you fall away from your past

And somewhere out in the world, a boy with two eyes finally lays his demons to rest.

AN- I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or The Fray.

R&R?