Percy's pov:

I lock the door behind Calypso once we enter my room. She's wearing white shorts which reach her mid thigh along with an orange sleeveless top, showing off her slender arms. A strand of her caramel hair falls from behind her ear as she turns around to face me once I release my grip on her wrist.

Pain, sorrow, confusion, anger- all swirl in her beautiful eyes as she looks straight into mine. We stand there, just like that, staring at each other- finally alone, away from everyone's eyes. I had no option but to take her away. I couldn't bear the distance anymore. It was killing me to see her so detached, to not be able touch her, feel her, talk to her when she's sitting just a few feet apart. She avoided my gaze throughout the day, and all I could do was just stare at her, waiting for her to finally acknowledge me. But a whole day was enough, I could wait no longer. So I gripped her hand tightly, making sure not to hurt her, and pulled her towards my room, my steps never faltering even when she tried to protest.

She takes a step forward towards me, raises a hand, and before I realize what's happening, a stinging pain burns my left cheek. My head slightly jerks towards the right and I close my eyes sighing. I deserved that.

I raise my head and meet her eyes. I can see the cracks slowly forming, breaking the barrier she had formed to conceal her emotions. Her lips slightly quiver and her hands are clenched into tight fists. A small drop of tear rolls down her cheek and it kills me to know that I am the one who caused it. She is not one to tear up easily, it's rare actually. So, to know that they were formed by immense and unbearable pain, inflicted by me, crushes my heart.

I move forward and slowly raise my hand to wipe away that tear. I tenderly and affectionately caress her cheek, revelling in the feeling of finally touching her. Her soft brown eyes look deep into mine before she slowly closes them and lays her head on my chest, her arms tightly wounding around my waist. My arms instantly go around her back, pulling her closer to me.

I release a sigh of relief. 2 years. Seems like a small number doesn't it? It was much longer for me though. Much, much longer. With every passing second, I forced myself to get used to live without her touch, lost all hope of ever seeing her beautiful face again, of having her in my arms again. After a long agonizing day of not feeling her in spite of her being so close to me, and finally gathering her in my arms, is a huge relief. I place a soft kiss on top of her hair and run my fingers through her silky hair. She smells just as I remembered- of cinnamon. It's familiar and pleasant and just her. It feels like I'm finally home after years of wandering around, where I'm supposed to be. As if however much I roam around and get lost, I'll always find a way back home- a way back to her. It gives me assurance and hope that all is going to be fine as long as she is with me. I finally feel complete, I got my other half with me in my arms.

She slowly raises her head from my chest and looks directly into my eyes. I can clearly see the hurt and question in her eyes. Before she gets the chance to ask, I pull her towards the bed and lie down with her head on my chest. My one arm wraps tightly around her slim waist, and the other intertwines its fingers with hers. I place a soft kiss on her hand and place our intertwined hands on my chest, just above my heart where she can probably feel my erratic heartbeat caused by her closeness to me.

"A simple sorry doesn't make up for all the pain I've put you through, but that seemed like the best decision, the best thing to do at that time. You know I make wrong decisions when I'm not thinking straight, and you were not there to correct me." I begin saying. She looks at me intently, listening carefully.

"I was scared." I admit. "I was running away from the problem instead of facing it. It was just too hurtful. Those two months were the best moments of my life Calypso, and parting with you...I couldn't face it, I was a coward. I was growing more and more desperate as the day neared. I was desperate and ready to do anything and everything in my power to prevent it from happening, to be with you, in your arms just a bit longer, to stop the time then and there and never part with you, never leave you. But it was inevitable Cal, I had to leave. And I thought- no I knew- it would be difficult, painful. So I took the easy way out. I left, without meeting you, saying you goodbye. It was selfish of me to do that because I thought it would spare me the pain, save me from the heartbreak and grief. I didn't want to see you for what probably would be the last time. Knowing that chances of meeting you again were next to none- it broke my heart. I didn't want to accept the truth of being with you for the last time and meeting you the day I was leaving would just make it seem more real because it would finally register then that that was it- you and me, us, it was over. And I couldn't- didn't want to- bear that pain." I pour out all the things, feelings I had buried deep inside me to her. All the things I wanted to say, but never got the chance to- until now. And I'm not going to leave anything out now.

"This was all that was going on inside my head when I left without informing you. Not once did I think about how much it would hurt you, how betrayed you would feel after finding out I left without a simple goodbye after months of spending time together." I tighten my grip on her while saying all this.

"I reached New York and realised just how foolish I was, how wrong a decision I had made. I have never regretted anything more in my life than the wrong deed I did to you. It wasn't fair of me at all to leave like that, you didn't deserve it. Whenever I returned to Athens, the thought of visiting you always occurred to me, but I always pushed the thought aside. I knew you would be angry, hurt, and I didn't want to see the betrayed look on your face when you saw me. It would kill me even further to see the hatred for me in your eyes. I was a wimp, I chickened out. Didn't dare to show you my face to prevent finding out that you hate me, wanted nothing to do with me anymore. Heck, I don't even know why you're listening to all this, you should've left by now for all you had to suffer because of me." I sigh and close my eyes, absentmindedly playing with her delicate fingers on my chest.

I open my eyes to see her looking directly into mine, her chin on my chest.

"Let me make it up to you? Give me another chance? I've learned from my mistake and will make sure to never repeat it in the future again." I gently tuck a lock of hair behind her ear as she observes me carefully.

"You're not a coward Perseus" Perseus. You know the actual reason why I don't want anyone to call me by my real name? Because that was what she used to call me. Perseus. She is the only one who has the right to call me that. It feels good to hear my name from her lips after such a long time. Those 2 years were like decades for me, and hearing her say my name again gives me hope that maybe, just maybe, everything will be fine. Everything that I've messed up and all the mistakes that I've made, will be made up for and hopefully forgiven.

"Whatever you said to me today, all the things you admitted- it requires great strength and courage to admit your faults and mistakes. Not everyone has the capability to own up and confess their wrong doings. Only the brave can do that because letting go of your ego and pride, and regret and realise your mistake- it's something few have the nerve of doing." She says continuing. Running her soft hands through my hair she says "I forgive you Perseus, and I believe you are not going to break my trust."

My eyes slightly widen as hear those words but before I comprehend what she said, she leans forward and presses her lips against mine. Her arms wound around my neck as I wrap my arms around her waist and flip us over so that I'm hovering over her. Gods, it's been so long. Her intoxicating scent clouds my mind with passion as I tilt my head and kiss her soft, warm lips. It's a passionate kiss filled with desire, longing, and love. She buries her fingers in my hair and slightly tugs at them. She knows I love it when she does that. I move one hand to her cheek and tilt her head slightly to deepen the kiss. My heart beats faster by the second as our lips move in sync. A soft moan releases her lips as I enter my tongue and explore every corner of her mouth. Her grip on my hair slightly tightens and it drives me over the edge. My hands are starting to lift up her shirt and I'll have to stop now before I take it too far. Not that I would mind it. We break apart breathing heavily, both of us panting. How did I survive so long without the touch of those alluring lips?

"I love you" she sighs, her eyes filled with love and passion. Oh, just how long have I waited to hear those words from her lips.

"And I you" the words instantly leave my mouth. It feels good to finally say it.

I sigh and slightly brush my nose with hers, closing my eyes. I place a soft lingering kiss on her forehead and look deep into her almond shaped eyes. A perfect mixture of various shades of brown swirl within filled with love and trust. I notice the pupils slightly dilating the longer I stare into those mesmerizing eyes. I kiss the top of her nose as her eyes flutter close. I pepper her chin, cheeks, nose, eyelids, and forehead with light, delicate kisses before giving her a short, sweet kiss on the lips.

I roll off her and pull her body towards me with an arm securely put around her waist.

"Good night Perseus" she says softly as I switch off the lights. She releases a small, cute yawn and sighs wrapping her arm across my torso.

"Good night, my moon" I sigh contentedly and kiss the top of her head one last time before going off to sleep with the girl I love in my arms.