I missed Leo.
I didn't know how else to say it.
I knit clothes that would've fit Leo, then put them in a closet that had tools carved into them.
I went to the camp that Leo made when he crash landed here, and sat there. Hugging any leftover hammers.
So, yeah. I was a victim of hangover.
"Leo's gone," I told myself,"He's just like any other demigod that came here. He won't come back. He-he doesn't love me."
I had spent almost a year now stuck on this island, and Leo still didn't come.
I cried.
That was the only thing I did these days. Cried, for hours on end. About anything. There was nothing else for me to do. Leo wasn't here, so neither was I.
I walked out to the beach, and planted my feet in the sand along the surf. It was mushy and broken, just like my feelings.
I waded deeper into the water.
Up to my knees.
My waist.
My neck.
My nose.
Over my head.
I just floated there.
Floating. Floating. Floating.
Then I broke the surface.
I started back towards the shore, when the water grew a fist, and pulled me back.
"Let me go!" I shouted.
Not yet, little granddaughter, murmured a sleepy voice, you will wait.
"Gaea!" I struggled against the fist.
You're with me now, Gaea said.
Then the fist pulled me under the waves, and my vision slipped into nothing.
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Caleo
FanfictionLeo Valdez made a promise to the girl on the island. The girl who stole his heart, soul, and every fiber of his being. Calypso. He knew when he left that finding her would be a lucky guess, that it was chancy at the best of times. But he also...
