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I didn't spare even a minor glance at the plants wilting next to the fountain. Not that the fountain garnered much attention. In fact nothing on this island ever caught my attention anymore. My thoughts always circled around the dead person still residing in my heart.

I willed myself to let him go like the others, but I've been unable to do that. Everything around me reminds me of him, my gardening tools, the fountain, my dining table, the old pile of rubble I used to call my dining table, even my clothes. I can't even burn them because fire reminds me of him, so does setting stuff out into the water. For the first time since I was cursed, I'm almost willing to beg the Gods of Olympus for someone else.

Not that I want to get him out of my heart. Quite the contrary, I want to keep him there forever. But my wind spirit servants are getting worried and he is a mortal who has passed on from this world and I'm immortal, cursed into house arrest forever. How he managed to affect me so much, even more than Percy is as big a mystery to me as how it feels to be dead.

I let out another groan as I cross his workshop, my wind servant' worried gasps as they waited for me to burst into tears like last week, or was that two weeks … I don't know, time is difficult here on Ogygia.

But I do know that I haven't smiled since he left me, especially not since he left us. That news was extremely hard on me. It just cemented my belief that I was right, I am right, I will always be right, for now and for eternity. He was the first to prove me wrong at anything, and I hate him for giving me hope that he could prove me wrong at this.

Hermes told me about his passage, they couldn't even find his soul in the Underworld. I guess that what happens when you cross the Styx the wrong way. I wept for what felt like years, so much that I must've increased the water level of the ocean.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from above. I don't dare look up, afraid to see another demigod hero who I must fall in love with to get rid. My worst fear is that I would fall out of love with him, and eventually forget him. A task that I know I'm incapable off. So I run back to my cave and cover myself with my blanket, hoping that I never have to encounter the new guy.

I must've fallen asleep while I was hiding because I woke up to incessant shaking and a voice calling my name. The new guy wouldn't know my name, they never do. The only one was… I start crying once again as the new guy pulls off my blanket. I fight him for it, desperately trying to believe he isn't here. What have you done to me?

"Calypso, sunshine look at me."

No… It isn't possible… that voice… that name… He's dead… I must be dreaming… or losing my mind… It isn't poss-

"Sunshine, please look at me. I'm here… Please."

I stop struggling and slowly allow my mind to let me believe he is removing the blanket. I expected to wake up in another pool of my own tears but when the blanket came off I saw his face, covered in grease, oil, dirt and scratch marks. I let myself indulge in my greasy utopian sight for just a moment before I remembered my real life of an estranged goddess. Deciding that I didn't want to worry my wind servants any more, I rejected my heaven and pushed him away.

"No, you are dead, they couldn't even find you in the Underworld. Hermes told me everything. Don't torment my dreams anymore, I've been crying over you for years now."

"So daddy Stoll was here, was he. He got half the facts right at least, I did die in that explosion. But I didn't stay dead, why do you think they couldn't my soul?"

My head whipped around to face him, my unkempt auburn hair flying around wildly. I stared him up and down, trying to make sense of the words he just spoke. He looked thinner and his hair longer than what I remember. The dirt and grease just barely hiding the bruises and the blood. I reached out to touch him, letting myself hope for it to be true. I silently apologise to my wind servants as I knew I had to find out whether my hopes could be realised, the tiniest chance of possibility enticing me. If it is true that I'm right once again, and that he doesn't really exist, I'm going to beg the gods to kill me, to let me fade away and end this torture.

He reached out and grabbed my hand, and suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. He's real and alive and in front of me and the thought of that drives me to leap at him and kiss him senseless.

My mind was soaring up to the stars as our lips met. We both fell to the floor, me on top of him. I took in his greasy scent and realised that Ogygia was no longer home to me, it was just my birthplace. I belonged in his arms and tongue should return to his mouth. His dirt covered hand reached behind me and caressed the small of my back as the other reached up to my neck. I let my hands roam his scrawny body, over his tool belt, thin back and through his messy hair. To say I've been waiting would be the understatement of the eon. Questions could wait, our tongues had much more important jobs to do, like dancing. He promised to teach me a few dances when he got back, something I freely let myself believe he had done. I dare not think of what I would do if that isn't true.

It felt like hours had passed before we finished kissing, and it must have been. We can't die on Ogygia, so we do not have to breathe. The night had passed and daylight was streaming through the entrance of the cave. I glanced at his face in the sunlight and hoped once again that he wouldn't disappear from sight as a figment of my imagination.

"How are you here? Tell me. And what do you me Hermes was half true?" I couldn't wait any longer.

He sighed. "He was half right, I did die. But before I got myself into that explosion, I had a potion. It was something that would bring me back from the dead. So I died, but I was brought back to life immediately. I knew I had to do it because then I could meet you again. You said no man alive has ever found this island twice. So I died and came back to life, that way I count as another man to the curse. Also, I found Odysseus' map to this island which needed a crystal from your cave. Remember, I took one last time. And that's how I got past three problems at once and came here to find you. I made a promise to you Sunshine… and this time the home boy Valdez is here to stay. Also, you thought about me every night?"

I blush at his last statement, and then turn around and kiss him on the cheek, placing one of my hand on his shoulder. I suddenly notice the blood seeping out from it, quickly I search his body for more injuries. He had cuts and bruises on several parts of his body. I got up and reached for my medicinal kit as he tries to get up and hug me. I push him down on my bed and force him to lie there.

"Love, while you're at it, is my workshop still around. I'm sure you would have gotten rid-"

"It's still there." I blushed again when he called me love.

"Oh… okay… I need it to fix my dragon, Festus… whatever is left of him at least." Festus is here, I can finally meet him. "And Sunshine… I'm really sorry, I don't know why I keep doing it over and over again." I start to worry about what he could possibly be apologising for. "I… uhhh… I kind of… broke your dining table again."

I stare at him for a few seconds before bursting to laughter. That was so like him, I'm glad he hasn't changed much. If he ever does change, I want to be there with him to see it happen. I want to be the one by his side whenever he changes, or even if he remains the same. I want that but not today. Today, I want to cuddle up in his arms and sleep… without hurting him of course. I stop laughing and then stare into his eyes.

"Leo… I… I can't… I…" I sigh. "Thank You Leo."

"What for honeybunch?"

"For proving me wrong…"

I've always wanted to try a Caleo reunion, so here's my take. Enjoy it as my early birthday gift to the Caleo fandom. And thanks for the response to the previous chapter.