The last seven years of your life have been rather difficult. You’d been trapped on Calypso’s island for seven, long, painful years. You didn’t love her, even if she loved you.

You were sitting by the shore, when Calypso suddenly appeared. Her expression was solemn, like she’d been told some terrible news.

“Someone arrived today… they said they’re taking you away,” she began to explain as you stood up. “that you’re not mine to save, and soon I won’t get to see your face.”

She paused, walking closer to you. “So, I just came by to say… You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known… ‘cause you’re all I’ve ever known…”

She attempted to touch your shoulder, but you pulled away, and began to walk down the shore. She frowned and followed, though she kept a respectable distance this time.

“And, if I pushed you, or came on too strong… or if I ambushed you, for that, I’ll say I was wrong… And if you hate me, then I’m sorry my love’s too much for you… but, I’m not sorry for loving you!”

You began to feel guilty, so you turn back as she stops right in front of you. “Calypso…”

Before you could say more, she quickly interrupts, tears filling her eyes. “Let me speak!” She cried, trying to fight back tears. You stated silent now, just letting her continue.