I came up with this idea a little while. It was so sad I had to write it. I'm sorry...*crawls into corner awaiting wrath*
Army Jacket
Calypso froze, her fingers lingering on the worn fabric hanging in the closet. Gingerly, she picked up the hanger and pulled the jacket off. Holding it up in front of her, she saw familiar oil stains and felt tears sting her eyes.
Gods, she had wondered for centuries where this had been. Of course it would be hanging in the very back of one of the house's closets.
Uncertainly, she pressed her face to the old coat, and inhaled deeply.
It still smelled like him.
The familiar scent of smoke, machine oil, and wood made her unsteady, and she collapsed on her knees, and began to cry. Tears ran down her face and darkened the faded olive green.
Everything came back in torrents. His smirk, the ever-present mischievous glint in his eye, the furrow in his brow that appeared when he was fixing something. I'm coming back for you, Calypso, he'd vowed once. I swear it on the River Styx. Stubborn boy. Gods, how she loved him.
The only one who'd ever returned. And now he wasn't ever coming back.
She slid her arms through the sleeves, and wrapped it tighter around her.
Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus.
I'll never forget you, Leo. I swear it on the River Styx.
Waaaahhhh why, why did I do this?!
Because I am me, and I like to make people have the feels. I will make up for this, don't worry.