Chapter 38 (Y/n)

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A girl with caramel hair stood behind me, a look between horror and heartache plastered on her delicate features. 

She wore blue jeans and a white lace long-sleeve shirt. She was dressed appropriately for the weather, a scarf hugging her neck and a wool hat on her head, the pom-pom lopsided. 

The drinks in her hands fell to the ground, splashing the snow in amber.

"Leo? Is that really you?" 

I turned back to my friend; his face had gone completely slack. 

I helped her pick up the drinks as she dropped to the ground to grab the cups. She didn't even look at me as I handed her my stack. She took the cups, disappeared behind the cider stand, and suddenly appeared inside.

"Sorry about your drinks. I'll remake them." 

That seemed to snap him out of whatever he was in. He looked up at the sign.

'Cal's Cider and Pie.'

"You carried out the shop." 

A slight smile met his lips, but his eyes still seemed to be glazed over with disbelief.

"What?" I mumbled.

"When I rescued Calypso, we said that in the future, we'd open a shop. For mechanic repairs and cider. And you did it." 

Leo looked like a deer in the headlights, and my heart sank. 

Everything I had done and the time I'd spent with him had solidified my feelings. I wanted to welcome the idea that Leo was my soulmate. He was sweet and funny and always knew the right thing to say. I thought it was about to happen, but then she appeared. 

At that exact moment, Harley came bounding over.

"Hey (Y/n), guess what I found-" he stopped short, his eyes meeting the goddess.

"Hi, Harley." She smiled sadly. 

He gave a small wave, eyes like saucers.I couldn't stand being around them any longer.

"Come show me what you found," I turned back to Leo, "Can you grab the drinks?" 

His eyes seemed to beg me not to go, but they were again on Calypso. 

I took that as my sign to leave, walking away feeling deflated. 

I didn't look back. 

I followed aimlessly behind Harley as he dragged me along. Finally, we stopped in front of a shop. 

I almost gasped at how familiar it was.

'The Hidden Satyr.'

Harley broke out into a grin and pulled me inside.

"Welcome back, my friends!" 

Rupert's voice echoed from somewhere deep within the store. He suddenly popped up, out of a rack of clothing, his eyes agleam.

"(Y/n), Harley, how nice to see you again! How'd the clothing work?" 

I was too stunned to speak, so Harley did instead, rambling about our not-so-leisurely sail.

I looked around; it was exactly like the one in Rhode Island.

"Rupert, What are you doing here?" I wondered aloud. 

He smiled at me, pushing his golden glasses up his nose.

"Why I'm doing business, of course. The Hidden Satyr is true to its name. My shop travels to where I'm needed or where polka dots are the new fad." 

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