More Than Mixed Thoughts

I ran my fingers along the tall grass and petunia's. When will he come? A whisper in my mind echoed in my head, making sure no other thought could be considered, He will never come. Of course he'll come! He promised.

When has anyone ever kept their promise with you?

The thought repeated over and over again in my head. Odysseus would never do that. Not after seven years of loving me. The island of Ogygia is hard to find- but Aphrodite would guide him, wouldn't she? The goddess of love and beauty always loves watching her son's arrow hit its targets.

She laughs at you- how many times have you fallen in love? How many times have they promised? How many times have your heart been breaking?

"Stop it! Stop it!" I screamed, kneeling down to the lush grass. My soft tunic lay rested softly on my leg- too softly. It felt like him, cupping my cheek, whispering his lovely lies into my ear. The angelic sun felt too bright, burning into my back. The flowers looked too hopeful, the palm tree's leaves too crisp- I found myself screaming agony. Everything is a lie, every lover, every happy thought, every idyllic, every beautiful thing! It all dies down into ruin and disdain and hopelessness.

Only pain comes. Pain. Pain. Pain.

"No! You put me into this mess! I can never leave this horrid place because of you. This curse- Father tried to fix me, to have a mind so filled with hatred and so manipulating so I can battle against the gods. They put me on this island to never leave again. Her-Hermes visits me. He shrank you into this tiny thought. He is one thing that visits me and talks to me, he, he-" I was scrambling for words, to wrong this creation of my Father's.

Left you. You can not even count on a dear friend? When was the last time you saw him? You can count on me. Let me free and I will find Odysseus.

No, I begged him. He talked of his dear Penelope. I promised him the gift of immortality! He said yes, that he will meet me at the meadow and stay.

Your lover talks of another and needs a gift to stay? I will convince his restless spirit. All you have to do is accept me.

No.

Calypso, a poor nymph in need of love.

No!

I will love you. I will adore you.

I feel my lip quivering, salty tears streaming down my face. Can my waiting finally stop? There is someone here for me...even begging, telling them that they will love me. That's all I want. All I have ever wanted! "Please," I whispered, "rid me of this sorrow."

I felt a cloud, overcoming my mind, my soul, my heart. My fingers felt no longer mine, my mind felt drowsy. I can finally rest. No more suffering. No more broken hearts. No more broken promises...

A chuckle escaped her lips. "Finally...freedom." No more naive little girl that has enslaved me in the back of her head. I sat up, examined the body I now occupy. Her soft tan skin looked so delicate, her curly brown locks clinged around her face. So innocent..so perfect. "Father," I called across the lonely meadow. Where a crestfallen girl once waited. A summer breeze gently brushed her hair. "I'm coming."

Sorry that this was a SUPER short story! But I hoped that you really enjoyed it. Tell me if you maybe want a extended version of this!