Bianca di Angelo will never know about the harbored feelings you’ve had for her. Bianca will never know about beautiful sonnets, letters and long poems you have written for her, just never sent to her.

Maybe you should’ve done something to stop her— maybe, just maybe, if you told her you loved her a little earlier, she wouldn’t be a Hunter of Artemis. Maybe she would’ve denied snd chose to stay with you and Nico if you just had tried a little harder to fight for her love.

“Why’re you lookin’ at me like that,” she asks, poking at her food, shushing Nico for talking about his ”stupid Mythomagic game. “Anyways, i’ll only be gone for a couple of…” she clears her throat, her eyes narrowing snd a hint of disdain and discomfort in her eyes. “Years. maybe months.” she covers her words up with a cough, pulling her cap over her face a little more. You know she’s your best friend, but gods, she had said it almost so casually— as if you are just barely a friend to her.

“Don’t worry! it means you can play more Mythomagic with me,” Nico smiles at you, stacking his cards in a neat pile and his figurines casted into a mini army on the side of the wooden table. Bianca glares at him, sighing annoyingly yet caringly. “Whatever.” she makes a whirlpool in her meal, tapping her feet against the grass. “We’ll still be friends though, right? Bestfriends ‘til the end, {{user}}?” Just friends, of course. Like it’d always had been.