Calypso's Pov:
I see Leo's ship come up to my island, and hit the beach. I see him slump over and fall to the deck from where he's leaning on the wheel. I sprint down to the ship and climb up a ladder on the side. I gasp at what I see. There are so many kids dead, I see a blonde girl with clouded over gray eyes, her hand grasping another outstretched hand... Percy's. I run over to him, and start sobbing. Then I see a head of black curls. Leo. He's surrounded by his own blood. I kneel over him and start screaming his name.
"Leo! Wake up! You can't go. You were different! You were different than Percy! All of them! Come on Leo," I whisper the last phrase. Then I scream no words. Just one of pure heartbreak. It is for all of the heroes who have left me. It is for the unfairness of my whole life. It is for Leo, the one different from the others. The one who returned to me. He died coming back. To me. My tears are pouring onto his face, and I wipe it off. I kiss his lips, and realize his body's still warm. I shake him, and a tiny sound escapes his lips.
"Calypso," he breathes.
I cry out in relief, and whisper, "What is it Leo?"
"I'm back. I came back for you." His breath starts coming out in ragged gasps.
He's crying now too. "I know Leo." I kiss him again.
"Don't cry, Calypso. I'm here. I'm here for you." His breathing gets even shallower.
No! I can save him. He's still alive. "Leo, hold on. You're going to be okay. I can save you," I say frantically.
He laughs a little, and says "Calypso, this wound is fatal. You know that."
I do know it. My Leo will die very soon. "Leo, don't think like that. Stay with me. I need you. I love you," I whisper.