I'm Sorry
A Sad Leyna Story
Summary: Reyna isn't very good at apologizing. She isn't very good at paying attention to how other people feel either. It's hard to when you're so narrow-minded. Leo is usually really good at hiding how he feels, especially from his friends. He's also normally able to brush away hurt with a corny joke or two, but he can't seem to come up with one in time. Everything comes tumbling out—all the hurt, pain, and damage that she's caused. She didn't know; she never does. Now, it just might be too late.
Main Pairing: Kind of one-sided Leo/Reyna— 3 them!
Side Pairing: Jason/Piper (very briefly mentioned) — 3 them, too!
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The bestselling book series, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, is owned by Rick Riordan. I only own the story line.
This is just a short little one-shot that I threw together out of sheer boredom. I hope that you like it! But…I'm warning you; it has a bit of a sad ending.
MAKE SURE TO READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM! IT'S ÜBER IMPORTANT!
She was beautiful. She was the essence of beauty itself. She was like a queen—grand and regal.
She hated him.
No, no, she didn't hate him, but he felt that the way that she treated him was close enough. Her voice—her beautiful voice—often called him lazy, wild, unpredictable, a child, a lunatic, a hazard, a liability, and many others.
And it hurt. Oh man, did her words hurt. Each one felt like a whip, slashing and cutting at him relentlessly. With each word, his will was being chipped away.
But he never flinched. No; he wanted to look strong. She liked people who were strong, right? Instead of lashing back, he always managed to come up with a ridiculous attempt at a joke, while somehow nursing his broken and re-broken heart. He always managed to smile through the pain that was slowing carving out his heart.
Maybe one day he'd tell her that even though she was tormenting him, he was being strong for her all along. He wanted to let her know how beautiful he thought she was—"More beautiful that Aphrodite herself," he once said, finally confiding in his best friends. But his best friend thought that he was crazy; no one was more beautiful than his girlfriend—the daughter of Aphrodite herself.
Maybe one day her words would no longer be whips. Instead, he hoped, they would be like gentle touches on his ears. He wanted to not be afraid of her. He wanted to hold her in his arms and not have to worry about her being upset.
He wanted her to love him, like he loved her. Those were his greatest wishes. There was nothing that he wanted more than for her to one day love him as much as he loved her.
She snapped at him again, this time calling him useless.
But this time was different from all the others.
"Leo!" She always began with his name. That was his only clue, his only clue to when her whips would once again strike. But even though she said it with such contempt, he loved the way that she said his name. It sounded like music whenever it came from her lips. The feeling that he got from her whips was bittersweet.
He looked up at her. "Yes, Reyna?" The look on her face was pure annoyance. It made him want to cry. She was so stunning, so gorgeous; nothing in the world could ever compare. He didn't deserve to have someone that beautiful by his side.
She looked down at him, shrinking him under her gaze. "You said that the gears in the towers would be fixed by yesterday."
His head hung in shame; he had disappointed her. Now the little amount of trust that she had in him could take forever to get back. What if she never trusted him ever again? He didn't think that he would be able to bear it.
"Gods, Leo. Sometimes I wonder what to do with someone who is just so useless!" She rose from her seat and began pacing back and forth, her silky black hair trailing behind her. "Why haven't you been able to fix anything lately?"
He felt himself get angry—angrier than he had been in a long time. His fists clenched and unclenched and then to his horror, he realized that if he didn't get his anger in check soon, everything would be ruined and she would hate him forever. She would never love him.
Ever.
He quickly searched his brain, desperately wanting to find something to distract himself from the burning, white-hot anger that was threatening to explode from his chest. He had no desire to be upset with her; he loved her so much. But some things, it seems, are inevitable.
To this day, he doesn't know how it happened.
It was as if his willpower and patience for the girl that he loved had finally run out. The sting of the pain and the heat of his anger motivated him to say things that he would never say to her if he wasn't angry.
"Stop!" he snarled. The harshness of his voice surprised even him, but that didn't slow him down. There was no way that he was going to be silenced—not this time and not ever again.
After her initial shock, she glared at him. "Give me one good reason."
The heat in his chest grew. "You can't call me useless, stupid, lazy, and a hazard and not expect me to finally say something. You've been tormenting me and breaking me down. I work so hard and still, all I get is an insult. I can't believe you!" His jaw hardened, him being so filled with anger.
She stepped back, as if his words were like the whips she used on him. "I never—you never—Why didn't you say something sooner?"
He threw his hands up in exasperation, not noticing the small flames that danced along his forearms. "I didn't say anything because…" he trailed off.
"Because…what?" How dare she try to look innocent? She looked at him with her big dark chocolate eyes and acted as if nothing was wrong. That was a lie. She was a lie.
"Because…I love you, gods damn it! I've loved you for so long, but you always turned me away, pushing me further and further until I've become nothing but a liability," he said bitterly.
The look on her face was incredulous. "That doesn't make any sense; I—I—"
He stopped her with a wave of his hand, refusing to listen to her voice anymore. If she continued to speak to him, he might come back to her and get his heart broken again. That couldn't happen. He couldn't let himself get torn apart again by her hand, no matter how entrancing she was.
So he wordlessly turned on his heel and walked out.
What have I done? They both wondered. What have I done?
But neither of them could bring themselves to swallow their pride and say, "I'm sorry."
Okay, so I know that you know that I'm currently working on Kiss of Death (more Lyco {Is that too weird of a couple name for them? Review and tell me what you think.} drama is on the way) but do you guys want me to continue with this or just leave it as a one-shot? 'Cause if I do continue it as a story, I might change its name. Please, please, please review and tell me what you think. I really want to know what you guys think.
And for those that haven't read my other Percy Jackson story, it's called Kiss of Death and you should totally check it out. I actually like that story a lot better. *sheepish look* Oh, well.
Goodnight, guys! (It's almost 11:30)
- Daughter-of-Apollo-213 or Onalenna