Fire And Water

C1

The wind whistled its way through my cave, almost as if to remind me of the empty lonliness of my island-- Ogygia. I hummed lightly as I threaded through my loom, my fingers flying as my mind wandered. Had he made it back to his friends? It could have only been days in the mortal world, or possibly years. There was no way for me to tell, seeing as the idiotic gods had forgotten me. Again. 

Did Leo still remember me? The words he'd whispered days ago floated around my mind. I'll come back for you, Calypso. I swear it on the River Styx. I knew that he hadn't meant for me to hear it, but it was as if the waters had carried it back. Was it meant to be reassurring, or tormentive? So far it was leaning towards the latter; every day I'd sit at the beach, where my dining tabe used to be, watching the waves for a little raft, or maybe the Argo 2 that Leo had been so fond of.

The loom started clicking noisily, startling me out of my revere. I pulled the fabric through, hardly paying attention to it; that is, until the fabric made me stiffen. I rubbed my thumb across it again, not daring to look. It was as if my loom had responded to my thoughts-- a worn out army jacket rested in my hands. My throat constricted; I balled up and threw the jacket into the corner of my cave, not daring to even glimpse it. 

Suddenly, the achingly empty cavern seemed far too small and stuffy- I ran outside, brushing past the curtains that he'd fixed. Electricity shot up my arm where it had touched- where Leo had touched. I'm supposed to hate him. I do hate him. He's scrawny, runty, smelly... And strong, loyal, funny... I shook my head, expelling the thoughts. He's not coming back. He can't. I told myself firmly, repeating the words that I've said hundreds of times before.

From my cave entrance, I could see the workshop he'd made for himself. If I almost closed my eyes, I could fool myself into seeing smoke rise from the top. I turn, anger and lonliness coloring my cheeks red, and slowly trudge towards my garden. The sweet, gentle scents help calm me down for the briefest moment, until I pass one garden. Moonlace, lilies, and honeysuckle... Percy, Drake, and Odeysseus... My cheeks heat up again. Why did I ever plant this garden? Why can't I just let them go?

Looks like going to the garden won't help me like I thought it would...