Chapter 8 (Leo's POV)

Letting go was the hardest thing Leo has ever done. After about a minute of being in an embrace, Leo hesitantly took his arms off of her. They stood there, in the rain, with their heads down. Leo sighed.

"Good bye, Leo," Calypso whispered.

"Good bye, Calypso," Leo replied.

The two stood in silence. Not awkward silence, but another silence so deafening that it hurts. Calypso was the first to turn. He watched the back of her head slowly disappear into the dark, misty forest.

Leo took a deep breath and turned towards Bunker 9. The rain. The gloom. The darkness. Everything was so perfect for the mood. He arrived back at Bunker 9 and found Naida sitting on the sofa. When she spotted him, she stood.

"Leo, I-" Naida started. Leo held a hand up, stopping her. He just stood expressionless starting at the concrete floor.

"Leo, are you okay?" Naida asked. He shook his head. He felt a tear roll down his cheek and dripped from his chin. Before he knew it, he was bawling, whispering Calypso's name every time he exhaled. He dropped to the floor and curled up into a ball. His manliness surely died right there and then. He felt Naida's arms wrap around him and he immediately pushed her away. He sat up.

"Naida, get away from me," Leo commanded. Naida stared at him with shock, "I don't want to see your face right now. Leave. Now."

"But-" Naida started.

"LEAVE!" Leo shouted, his voice echoing through the bunker. Naida stood rapidly, surprise filled her face. She ran out, leaving Leo on the ground, sobbing again.

Calypso's POV

Calypso dragged herself towards the Camp. Her body was soaked as she shivered violently. Though she wanted to cry, she didn't. She wanted to sob and let all her anger and sadness out, but she didn't have the will to do it. She hated herself for not crying or even screaming. It was now pure dark and no one was out. She stumbled through and she tripped over a rock, landing in a pile of watery mud. Calypso didn't even try to pick herself up or roll off. She just laid there, a side of her face and body covered in mud. Her head throbbed and everything looked blurry. She closed her eyes.

When Calypso opened her eyes, she was in a small room. Next to her, she spotted movement.

"Leo?" Calypso asked, her head aching again.

"No, I'm sorry to disappoint you," a masculine voice replied.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Greyson Lewis, son of Artemis. But you can just call me Grey."

Calypso turned her head to find an eighteen year old guy sitting on a chair next her. He had spiked, light brown hair and bluish-grey eyes. He seemed well built. Grey was handsome, but not her type. He kind of reminded her of Odysseus. She examined him for a while, causing him to smirk.

"Sorry. I'm Calypso," Calypso said.

"I think I've heard your name before," Greyson…Grey responded, "Oh, aren't you the girlfriend of the guy from the Hephaestus cabin? What's his name?" Calypso prayed in her head that he won't say his name. "Leo! That's his name, right?"

It felt like someone stabbed her heart when he said that. To answer Grey's question she shook her head.

"Really? I thought you guys had a thing," Grey answered.

Calypso felt tears starting to build up in her eyes. She scolded herself for crying then instead of before. She buried her head into the pillow and sobbed into it. Grey was quiet, then he did something unexpected. He stroked her hair. His fingers slid through her long hair. Her face still in the pillow, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"This was how I comforted my little sister when she cried," Grey responded. Calypso noticed that he said the word was, but she decided not to ask. Surprisingly, that technique worked.

Calypso took a deep breath and asked, "How did I end up here?"

Grey removed his hand and replied, "I found a body out in the rain and it happened to be you. You were lying in a pile of mud, so I took you here to the infirmary and found that you had a small fever. I gave you Nectar and I cleaned you up as best as I could."

Calypso's eyes widened and Grey laughed. "Don't worry, no cloths were taken off. A lot of wet wipes were used though." He pointed to a trash can filled with muddy wipes.

Calypso chuckled. "Thank you," Calypso thanked, "By the way, why are you here if I have a fever?"

"You're pretty much all better now, and I don't get sick easily," Grey answered, "May I ask one thing though," Calypso nodded, "Why were you out there anyways?"

Calypso sighed and said, "Leo and I broke up. So I wandered through the forest and here I am."

"Oh… Sorry I brought it up."

She felt sadness build up again and she asked Grey, "Can you do that stroking thing again. I might cry again in a few seconds."

Grey chuckled, "Make sure you keep in mind that we have a pretty large age gap."

Calypso also chuckled. He was eighteen while she was hundreds of years old. The irony. Greyson ran his hand through her hair again.

"I'm sorry if I'm asking for much, but may I hug you?" Calypso asked. Grey stopped stroking her hair. Calypso turned her head to find Grey's shocked face. He nodded and got up to sit on the infirmary bed. Calypso sat up, her head not hurting as much as it did before and hugged him. Again, she started crying, her tears wetting his tee-shirt. When she calmed down, she asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Grey released Calypso and just stared at her. When he realized Calypso was being serious, he shook his head, no.

"Can you be my boyfriend?" Calypso asked.

"Maybe the fever is coming back," Greyson stated, putting his hand to her forehead.

"I'm perfectly fine. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"You know we literally just met right?"

Calypso didn't know what she was doing or saying, but she asked again, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Are you asking me because you're lonely and you want to use me so you won't feel so abandoned?"

Calypso nodded. Greyson sighed.

"Sorry Calypso, I don't want to be used like that. I'm sorry," Grey apologized.

"Please. It doesn't have to be a serious one. It could just be like a preschool relationship. We just go by the title of girlfriend and boyfriend," Calypso pleaded. She gave him her puppy dog eyes and he sighed.

"Fine," Greyson agreed, "By the way, aren't you like 15?"

"Age doesn't matter. You're only 18." Calypso tried not to mention her real age or she'll freak him out.

Calypso did something that surprised both of them. She leaned towards Greyson and kissed him. Immediately he pushed her back.

"Please…don't," Greyson said, covering the faint red color of his cheeks.

"Sorry," Calypso said. The kiss was much more different than Leo's. The sad thing was that she was completely thinking of Leo when she kissed Greyson.

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