Introspection
So this is my first attempt at a fanfiction, and I thought that I would write this little one shot (could potentially be expanded upon) to see what, if any, opinions anyone may have. All forms of criticism are excepted. Ideally, if this receives positive feedback, I may extend this to be a romance/angst fic featuring Leo and a female character (not sure who exactly but I have preferences). Please leave a review and give me your thoughts! And of course all ideas original came from Rick riordan or whatever.
Leo POV
There I sat, at the trunk of the tree, gazing out towards the lake, on a foggy and damp night sometime around 1am, deep in my thoughts. I was just minding my own business, listening to my SoundCloud Playlist on my modified-Monsterproof-phone (who doesn't love Chance the Rapper?), making sure there were no harpies in the vicinity, and contemplating whether to sit and dwell in my depressive state or escape and hit some LSD. The latter was looking more and more appealing as I continued to look out at the scenery and occasionally examine my forearms tattoos (a rose with my mother's name wrapped around it, the number '7' honor of the prophecy, and the Greek symbol signifying my father).
I just sat there in disbelief but at the same time unsurprised by the preceding events.
('Leo, I don't think this is going to work out anymore'. Calypso stated nervously, refusing to meet my eye. I just eyed her in sullen silence, refusing to let tears fall on my face as I felt my gut shred to millions of pieces. I looked at her as she looked up again, her pale skin, cinnamon hair, cute dimples, the fading hickey on her neck, and just thought of the all the memories we had shared: first stumbling onto ogygia and meeting her, swearing to return to Styx for her, the 7 YEARS I had devoted to finding a way to rescue, all sleepless nights I spent at college trying to think of a loophole to get her. When we got 'intimate' for the first time after we reunited and went back to camp, all the times she looked fondly at Percy or Jason when I wasn't 'paying attention'. Apparently she was talking in the midst of my daydream and finished 'are you ok leo?'. 'Yeah, yeah it's all cool, at least we can stay friends' I said hoarsely, forcing a smile on my face, for her sake at least. 'I've got work to do, peace' I said urgently as I rushed out to the lake and fighting back tears.)
Wow, I'm such a fucking bum. I couldn't even hang on to the girl that I HAD SAVED FROM OGYGIA. I thought this, quickly growing angry and clenching and unclenching my fists as I felt my body get hotter. Maybe she had explained in a proper manner, but I was much too upset to really remember or even give a shit at this point in time. Fuck her, who does she think she is? Fuck everyone, my friends never there to hang with me and push me aside unless they needed something fixed, my cabin mates who viewed me too as a magical fixing machine, too scared to hang with the 'pyromaniac', the Romans who couldn't get the stick out of their ass and forgive me for 'blowing up' their home despite it not being my fault and saving the planet from Gaea. Nothing ever changed for me, and calypso was simply a distraction from that reality.
In an attempt to calm myself down, I simply concentrated to the soundtrack that was bumping in my ears. As I hummed the lines, I noticed a figure over by the beach looking over the river. Who was that, and how did I miss them? Against my better sense, I got up and stalked my way over to the mysterious figure.