He is perfect.

In her mind, Calypso knows she's selfish. Centuries of confinement with nothing but memories of golden locks and strong hands and whispers of goodbye lost to the wind have left her as something of a shell, beautiful and calm and collected and goddess-like, but empty and good for simple decoration.

But Percy Jackson is perfect. And the moment her hand touches his forehead, the moment her eyes look at his and she whispers comfort, he knows he isn't here to stay.

So Calypso breathes in and swears to herself that she will not love him, she cannot love him. But she does, of course she does. He is beautiful and perfect and has a Penelope of his own - Annabeth Chase, blonde and strong and incredibly wise - and suddenly he's just gone. She knows he will forget her, forget her island prison and her shattered heart that she doesn't even bother gluing back together because it'll break anyway.

She will not let herself be forgotten. It is all because of Annabeth. Annabeth, with her smarts and strength and stormy-grey eyes, will not go unscarred for taking him away.

Calypso swears that she will cut Annabeth with the shards of her broken heart. Percy is just like everyone, really, and she is so sick of being the victim of Life's cruel joke.

She will not let them use her.

But she's too deep in forbidden love knowing her heart will be broken again but look she really doesn't care.

So what if he left? They all do. Calypso will not dwell in the past or dread the future.

She lives in the moment.

{give it your all but you know you'll fall apart}