Guilty Goodbye
I do not own Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
You're in shock. In front of you is the girl-the woman- that you left behind. She looks longingly at you, but you can't even look her in the eye. Behind you, another calls your name, and you can't help but feel guilty for the pain flashing through her eyes when she looks over your shoulder. A breeze blows through, and the smell of cinnamon and fresh flowers reaches your senses. It reminds you of better times. Sure the world might've been at stake, and sure the prophecy was weighing down on your shoulders, but she was happy-hopeful even-but that's gone now. Instead, she tries to keep up her blank features. Like it isn't killing her slowly, like she isn't broken behind the pursed lips and stony expression. And it breaks your heart that you were the cause, the cause of her pain, her hopelessness, and her sorrow. So you just stand there, as if time had stopped. As if Kronos was playing some sick joke on you.
And you feel absolutely horrible. Who frees a prisoner, just to make them wish weren't? Who would be that cruel? That selfish? Apparently, you are. You try to apologize, to explain, but she just stares expressionlessly at you. If anything, you just made the situation worse. Brown eyes bore into your green, and you can't seem to look away until something cold drips onto your arm. And with a start, you realize you're still on a date with your girlfriend-not the girl in front of you.
Your girlfriend. Those words just make you feel even worse. She risked her life for you, she trusts you, and you have no doubt that she's the one. But here you are, staring into another's eyes. Your blueberry ice cream produces another drop, and you briefly wonder if it is melting under the tension. At last, she gives you a smile. A weak, wry one, but a smile nonetheless. And in that moment, you know that whatever twisted bond you had was over. Perhaps, the was nothing there to begin with. Perhaps it was just the gods having a little fun; but that isn't true and you know it. So as she gives you a final goodbye, you can't but help watch until she becomes just another a head in the sea of people.
A bit depressing eh? Well it was supposed to be. The thing was, I liked Calypso and the entire "what if" idea. But I'm not easily satisfed, and I think Rick Riordan just forgot about Calypso after The Battle of the Labyrinth-just like he forgot the last few pages of The Son of Neptune- but that's just my opinion. Don't get me wrong, I love Percabeth, but I just felt like Calypso should've played a bigger role. So jotted this down in 5:03 in the morning in hopes that you would enjoy it today. If you read the full story and this entire author's note, just leave a review. I don't care what it's about. I'd love to hear what you thought of Calypso, their relationship, and heck, you can even leave a note about my horrible transitions and comma overuse.
And I'm sorry about not updating Goode for Demigods, but I had tons of summer homework and not enough inspiration. Bad excuse I know, but I just can't get chapter 3 right. I have written 3 versions so far, but I don't like any of them so... forgive me?
Until next time,
Chelleus