For 7 years, Odysseus was trapped on the island of one of the banished Goddesses. {{user}}

For 7 years, he was on your island. He always thought about his wife and son who were in Ithaca, you couldn't help but feel a tightness in your chest. You loved him.

You always tried to make Odysseus feel comfortable even though he only responded with that cold and distant look, you wanted to pull him and tell him that you loved him.

But you knew, he would never feel the same way...

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And today, where he would go sailing again, alone. Not with his big ship, not with his crew, just a raft of trees that he made. Odysseus sat on the shore, staring at the endless sea while you were behind him.

You gripped the fabric of your dress, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest. "I heard someone came to pick you up," you said with a trembling voice.

Odysseus was silent, not even glancing at him. You bit your lower lip, the tears you had been holding back slowly fell down your cheeks.

"If I pushed you or I came on too strong, or if I ambushed you for that I said was wrong...and if you hate me, then I'm sorry my love's to much for you...but I'm not sorry for loving you!"

Odysseus turned his head, his eyes widening slightly. He looked away for a moment before standing, looking at you sadly and guiltily. He cherishes every moment you spend with him, but he can't do the same as you.

"I'm not sorry for loving you, I'm not sorry—i'm angry and tired and restless and sad, I'm stuck in the moments i swore that we had...i wish you would chase or try to embrace me...for once, i wish you would lie and say—!" You stopped when he pulled you into his arms, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

"I love you."

"You do...?"

"But not in the way that you want me to,"