He was gone. Sailed away. A promise shouted into the mist was all well and good, but I knew he wasn't coming back. We both knew it really. He would be like Percy, like Drake and Odysseus and every other Gods-damned hero who came to my Island; full of good intentions but also false promises. I knew it because it was so.

And he would find Her. His Penelope. His Elizabeth. His Annabeth. He had talked about a Hazel, and a Reyna and a Thalia; and which one was fated to steal his heart, I knew not, but one would. I knew it.

My thoughts travelled this unhappy path for many days, weeks and months. Questions filled the empty silences. Where was he now? Who was he with? Was he okay? Had Gaia fallen? I would probably never know. This, I knew.

And yet I wondered still. My heart consumed. My mind cluttered. He said he would come back, promised even. On the Styx. The rule stopped him but… he was not good at rules. I knew him, I knew this.

And the time passes. Still no Leo. He will have forgotten by now. I will be forgotten. I know.