The sound of the wind caused the Latino guy to shudder and move his slim hands over his arms repeatedly.
He scanned the empty field they were standing on; the daisies had been growing like crazy, since the last time he was here.
He noticed Calypso, staring at the evening sky full of little diamonds, called stars.
His light brown lips moved, as he softly spoke out the words; 'Are you cold?'
The girl's dark almond eyes were hard to read, but you could tell they were full of several emotions.
'No, I'm fine.' She replied and forced a smile on her face.
The guy lifted an eyebrow, 'Caly, sunshine, are you okay?' He whispered while lifting the chin of his lover gently.
She felt uncomfortable, by him touching her like this.
No, she didn't feel harassed, the touch made the guilt spread through her body like a potion.
'Uhm, yeah...'
'Are you sure?' The guy's voice was full of worry because all he wanted was the girl to be happy. 'You know I love you right?"
That was the last drop; the girl pulled the guy away in panic.
'Leo, no, don't say that!' She says.
The guy looked down. 'I'm sorry; I thought that after I've got you off Ogyia, it would be proper to say it...'
'Don't just listen to me...' She strokes her caramel hair behind her ear and takes a deep breath before saying; 'It's so hard to say this, but I... I have never loved you.'

His eyes widen and he sat up directly, feeling the wetness on his cheeks.
A rain of pain had followed him, even in his dreams.
'So, I've drifted asleep...' He said quietly and looked around in his dark bunk while wiping his face dry.
The dark place, made him feel comfortable.
Leo was unseen, unnoticed, uncared for.
And this place looked exactly like that.
His heart was an empty hole ever since Calypso had left him. He had this empty feeling in his chest like he was a ghost.
Yes, a ghost; dead, looked trough, ignored.

The ticking of the clock, hanging in his bunk got Leo's attention.
Tick, Tick, Tick.
It was like a heartbeat, every beat, every movement of the clock is a movement in the world.
That time people could be dying, and when someone's dying, nobody should be happy.
And if someone would be happy, it wouldn't be Leo.

He took a deep breath and went to the bathroom, ignoring his siblings whom were all staring at him.
His blonde sister patted his shoulder. 'Leo?'
The worry in her voice, A sound Leo would rather avoid.
He turned to her, ready to use his mask. 'Yeah, what's up?'
'Are you okay?'
He forced himself to grin. 'Of course, your bro, bad boy supreme is always okay, why wouldn't I be?'
'Oh, I was just wondering.' She said
Again this worry. He hated it.
Who was he to make people worry about him?Nobody. He's nobody. He didn't have the right to make people actual care about him, what he did was such a selfish deed.
He had to pretend harder, nobody could feel pity for him.
Not even himself.

'No, I'm fine, you know, just tired lately and I'm trying to do a new project with mechanics, so that's what keeps me busy.' He really did his best to sound, optimistic this time.
'Can I give it a look? And is it something with cannons?' Nyssa asked, sounding curious.
She believed him.
'Nah, it's a secret project for sure.' He acted fake mysterious and then continued walking to the bathroom.

As soon as he was in there he locked the door to look at his reflection.
He noticed his curls, his nose and mouth had stayed the same, since the last time he looked into the mirror.
His hand moved to touch the reflection, hoping for some warmth, but of course, he only felt the cold surface.
His eyes had become sadder, his face and body had become even skinnier.
Dark circles were formed under his eyes, sleepless nights.

Leo hated sleeping.
The dreams of a demigod were always terrible, but now that he kept on dreaming about how people have left him, he hated it more than ever.
He washed his face, enjoying the feeling of warm water washing away his worries.
Just for a moment, he felt calm, but as soon as the water was gone, so was the feeling.
He stared at his reflection, once again.

All he was, was broken glass. Thrown to the floor, he was never meant to last.

He sighed, seeing himself in a state like this, annoyed him.
He was weak, such a weakling, thinking his life is terrible while there are people that have been through so much more.
He was selfish; trying to take the rest other people deserved more.
He didn't deserve death.

He deserved a pain, keeping him still like an anchor.
There should be a reason, why all of his formal friends were happy, in relationships, while he was nothing but a piece of trash.

He sighed, trying to focus, but he could only keep thinking about the fact he was fire.

Fire; he burned and hurt the ones that got too close to him.

Fire; it'll extinguish.

Just like Leo would.
One day, he'll be extinguished.

And death would be his blessing.

He heard a few knocks, followed by a women's voice calling his name;

'Leo?'

He didn't reply. He didn't want to go outside today, just to pretend he's happy.

He wasn't happy at all; he was a living mistake, that needed to be erased from both life and death.

'Leo?'

Again the voice.

For a moment he imagined his mother, gasping for air, and calling out her son's name...

He started at his arms, gasping as they lit up.

What a cruel person he was, it was his fault.

His mother died because of him.

The fire seemed to burn in and he began to hyperventilate.

'Sorry...' he whispered between breaths as he curled himself up in a ball.

'I'm sorry, mom.'

'Leo, what's going on?'

He could finally place the voice, it was Piper's.

'N-nothing...' he stammered out.

The pain is his voice was too awful for Piper.

'Open the door!' She ordered.

Leo's head and body wanted to obey but he turned weak...

Ending up, laying in the dark, alone.