Here is next chapter! I am starting to run out of ideas of what is to happen next. (Just to let you know, I wrote most of this in my LA class at school when it was free write in my journal for 15 minutes. . . but I came home, did some editing and sent it to my *best* friend. She helped me out a bit and did LOADS of the describing words. She added a few things here and there. . . but yeah. I didn't want to take all the credit, when it's not all mine. :D)

Leo's POV

I woke up in what looked to be the middle of the night.

I sat up, every part of me screaming in pain. I wasn't quick in absorbing the beauty of the room, and gaping at the sea-like crystal walls.

There was a mirror to my left, and a fire pit to my right. A pot of somethin' super scrumptious was cooking. I noticed that I no longer had my holey shirt on, but a white cotton like one instead.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

I stood up unsteadily.

As I got near the mouth of the cave, I began to hear faint sniffling. I neared opening into the night, already feeling exhausted.

I wobbled unsteadily outside to find a girl, 17 maybe, kneeling in front of a vast, hugmungous (that would be my made up word :D) garden.

It was Calypso.

The garden had the most odd flowers that you could not find back at Camp Half-Blood. Varying from trees, to flowers, to faintly glowing silver mushrooms, to these odd looking green clumps a type of fungus or moss.

There was even a little bird off to the side.

I swear it was singing what sounded similar an old Irish hymn from "The Hobbit".

The girl was humming along (with a little sniff here and there), plating a Moon Lace, which is a flower that only blooms when the moon shines down on it's opening pedals.

The girl was wearing a strapless white Greek dress, just like I remembered.

Her back was to me, but I could see her bring up her hand to wipe away tears that just kept on flowing.

She had her long amber hair braided over her left shoulder. The moon shone a soft silvery light out in the distance. It made her hair practically glow.

Then a horrible pang of guilt hit me.

I stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud, breathing hard.

Everything flashed through my mind in an instant.

The pain I had to go through waiting to leave.

Wanting to leave.

Leaving my friends behind.

Not letting them know. . . . I feel absolutely terrible.

What must they think of me now?

Do they hate me for leaving them?

Will Camp Half-Blood ever be the same because of me?

I faintly saw Calypso whirl around at the sound of me hitting the ground.

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I saw her come towards me an pick me up. Was I really that skinny from the search of looking fo her? How many meals did I miss again? I think it was something like 13. Oops. Anyways, she picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me inside her cave.

My eyesight wasn't very clear, -I could barely make out the trees we passed by-but I thought I saw one tear roll down her dirt-rubbed cheek, creating a clean path as it went down.

She gingerly laid me on the bed. She danced over to the far corner and grabbed a wet cloth and carefully pressed it on my forehead. But that just made more graphic visuals come back to me.

Piper was pointing her finger at me. I couldn't hear her speaking, but her face said enough. "You're the cause of all this, you-!"

I flashed back to reality, and saw Calypso wringing out her rag and bringing back to my forehead. The scene changed again.

Percy stared forward in disbelief, running his fingers through his hair distressingly, which caused it to spike up, then shot a furiously dirty look at me.

Annabeth with intense, threatening, grey eyes giving me a stare down like she was thinking of the best way to kill me.

Frank, who just turned around and threw up his hands, as if all hope was lost.

Hazel had a desperately pained look on her face-like she was shot in the heart with an arrow, or stabbed in the back.

Chiron, who was in horse form, was banishing me from Camp Half-Blood, shoving me through the gates like an outcast, walking away and never looking back, tears streaming down my face as I watched him solemnly walk away with a swish of his tail as he entered the Big House.

Worst of all, Jason, my best friend, had tears rolling down his cheeks he looked at me with depressed, sad eyes, like I had heartlessly betrayed him. He took his golden sword out and slashed at me with a deadly scream and connection fizzled out.

Calypso was now taking her thumb and wiping the tears away that came from my eyes. I grabbed her hand with my shaky one and held it. A sob escaped me. I pressed the back of her palm on my lips and kissed her.

I had the sudden feeling to tell Calypso all about this. To take the burden off my back. For her to talk to me in that wonderful soothing voice, assuring me, "Everything will be okay." But I was pretty sure that it wasn't going to be.

"Leo. . . please tell me. Let me know so that I can help. Please! It pains me so much to see you like this," Calypso begged.

I knew that I would have to tell her eventually. I let go of her hand and turned away from her onto my side. After 2 minutes or so, I turned back over to see her still waiting there patiently.

I pushed myself up with a groan and turned to see her puffy red eyes and neatly folded hands in her lap. That's when everything just spilled out. I told her everything. From start to finish. Every burdensome detail.

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All the grueling moments of having to keep the love that I so deeply felt all to myself. Letting absolutly no one know. For how long? Oh, something like 4 months, 20 days, as of 5:25 a.m on a Tuesday. It felt like 365.25 times that long.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and froze there. I told Calypso about eating no food for-who knows how many days! Traveling the ocean with only my inventions to keep me company. A talking table doesn't even count.

"It's going to be okay, Leo. Don't worry. We're together now." Is all Calypso said before I pulled her into a hug, cradling her there.

She gave a gentle shove, and pulled away and held me at arm's length. She had tears trickling out of her eyes, but as far as I could tell, they were happy tears. A grin so wide, she could have swallowed the ocean. She forced her smile back and said, "But I still hate you. I told you not to come back! 'Twas impossible. But yet you, smart, handsome son of Hephastus defied the rules."

"I-I-I. . . Love you," I stammered.

She nodded, "Yeah." She blushed at the ground, then met my eyes. "I love you, too."

"Shall we walk?" I suggested. The moon shone down on us at the perfect angle and brightness. It all seemed too unreal. I should have died back out at sea. I should not have made it. . . But I did. And I was content above all else.

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