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My Saving Grace

I scream

He spins

In the light

Like a book I read

But not

In the book

He was prepared

Ready

I am not

He spins

And I see

The look

Shock...

And just a hint...

Sadness

His short blond hair

His black glasses

Falling off

Wide

Shocked

Sad

Blue eyes

Blue

Like the sky he soared in

Blue

Like the lightning he protected me with

He falls

I scream

I sob

I sob for what I lost

An amazing man

Kind

Determined

Just

The only demigod

To add temples

Altars

Shrines

For all the gods

I sob for what could have been

A relationship

A marriage

Even Hera would approve of

Kids

With my brown hair

With his blue eyes

That are frozen

Like Khione

Who finally got

Her icy prize

And yet

I’m relieved

We stopped the bad guys

We saved the day

Again

Again

Again

We will always be the heores

But at what price?

And then

Then I am gone

Rushed away

On Tempest

His final act

And I’m on a beach

With an injured demigod

An aggressive music-loving pandos

An incredibly useless

Selfish

Fallen

Mortal

God

And Tempest

His venti

His wind

His horse

His ally

His friend

I’m sobbing

Distraught

Mad at everything

And everyone

But I tell Tempest

To get him

The one who died

No, is dying

The one who saved me

The one I loved

For real

Then he’s here

Broken

Dying

And my father

I realize

Where we are

A cruel reminder

Of what I already

Lost

Although

Nothing

As awful

As losing

Him

The god and the pandos are

Gone

Left

Told by my father

My broken

Lost

Wandering

Father

Tristan McLean

Who now has a new purpose

He told them

To get help

Help arrives

But

No

Too

Late

He

Is

Dead

He is gone

I cannot get him back

Left forever

Leaving me behind

Where I cannot follow

And I hate

Apollo

I hate

Hades

I hate

Zeus

Jupiter

Hera

Aphrodite

I hate them

All

But most of all

I hate

Loathe

Detest

With every single fiber of my being

Him

The murderer

Extravagant

Useless

Selfish

Self-proclaimed “deity”

Murderous

“Emperor”

Caligula

Caligula

Stole

Him

From me

My beautifu

Loyal

Just

Fair

Determined

Loving

Saving

Grace

My

Jason

Grace

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