Hey you guys. This is my 2nd entry for PowerofWords12's contest. I have been EXTREMELY ill for the past . . . month? I really haven't kept track. So I beg for your forgiveness. Not really.
PowerofWords12: I am so extremely sorry for making you and the other judges wait so long. And, no, would weren't bothering me, I was bother YOU. I'm going to promise to enter all my entries ON TIME from now on. I'm so sorry.
Disclaimer: I own nothing having to do with Percy Jackson. READ ON!
She woke in the morning feeling empty, yearning for something just out of her reach. Calypso had felt this way ever since he had abandoned her. She had tried to let him go, to move on until a new hero came, but this time around was different. With the other heroes that had come and gone, she had forgotten quickly.
This was an entirely different case.
She couldn't go an hour without thinking of his green, green eyes that saw right through her every time they caught her gaze. They saw when she was sad, or depressed, or hiding something. But the feelings almost fully left her as soon as she saw the concern in his eyes, heard the sound of her voice asking if she was alright.
Then he left, and her world had shattered, her heart along with it. She waited and waited and waited. This small action after waiting countless days and nights had further ripped her heart into pieces.
His broken promise.
He had promised that he would come for her.
He didn't. And she sobbed her heart out as her servants worried for the well-being of their mistress.
He had promised that he would never forget her.
But, alas, he had. She heard it from Aphrodite herself; he had quickly forgotten his time here and moved on to the blonde he had dreamt so many nights about.
She should have known. She should have listened to her father millennia ago when he had told her how heartless the human race was.
She didn't.
He promised that he would find a way to free her from her curse, her prison Ogygia.
He didn't. Even Artemis had tried to console her by reassuring her that after the war, he had asked Zeus to free all the kind Titans, and had even mentioned her name, but she doubted it very much.
He never returned, he never freed her, never attempted to return to her. He didn't even try to IM the poor girl.
She sobbed.
He laughed.
She remembered.
He forgot.
She remembered. . . .
His broken promises.
I know this is extremely short, but it was meant to be short and have a bitter kind of tone to the words.
Hope you liked! Review, por favor. (I'm taking advanced Spanish. Aren't you so proud? No? Well!)