Chapter 12- Glassy and Sad Eyes

                                    

                                          
I heard it was someone's birthday today.
                          
I spilled the beans, I let the cat out of the bag, I whistled, I... Told all my darkest secrets. Everything. The dreams, my childhood, my thoughts. To be honest, I didn't think I would ever have to tell anyone. But, now as I see Calypso crying for me, I can't help but feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders
                          
Wiping her tears away from her face I touch my forehead with hers and we remain silent for a few minutes, soaking up the moment of realization and healing in the light of the sunset.
                          
"I'm sorry Leo, I'm so so sorry." She whispers. I hum and pull away, giving her a smile. We link fingers despite Calypso's almost flinch- like move to hug me.
                          
I give her a reassuring smile, "It's okay, it's been a long time, I've had time to-" 
                          
"No, Leo, the dreams of the others. They're constant. What do you think they mean? All of this makes me feel like a whiny baby." I curl my lip guilty. Was this too much?
                          
"You haven't been a baby, Calypso." I reassure her, almost tauntingly. She shakes her head and looks down.
                          
"Why didn't you tell me, Leo?" At first, I was confused at her words, then I realized that she just wanted to be okay. Be reassured. And I was just acting rude, with my mask hanging on my face seemingly too proudly. But, it made me angry. That was so hypocritical. 
                          
"Why would I do that? Spill my guts? You literally just told me yours." I say. Automatically her eyes widen and she looks down. I look away a bit angrily. After a pause, guilt starts to gnaw at my chest and I look back her. Tears are now sliding down her cheeks shamelessly and she sobs. Calypso puts her face in her hands and do you know what I felt? ULTIMATE GUILT!
                          
I gasp, "Calypso, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be, uh, well, mean." I wrap my arms around her and she leans into them. With another disgraceful pause, we sit, watching the red and blue painted sky's sun merge into the ocean, casting darkness across the beach so Artemis's chariot could take its turn.
                          
"They're probably worried." I start, "They might think we're getting picked off one by one." She nods and I beam at her lovingly. I climb out of the rock's cave and she climbs up to the entry before I jokingly bow and I put my hand out to help her out. Like a true gentleman. She giggles and takes my hands with hers. I pull her up and our gazes lock, glassy and sad ones. And for some reason, through the sadness, and pain, and secrets, I smile at her.
                          
Happy Birthday Perce!