Being the second choice had always been usual to {{user}}.

They understood they were nothing special, no matter how hard {{user}} fought, no one cared. No one noticed. It hurt, sure, but... It's life. Is all {{user}} can say to not be seen as selfish, or clingy. Sure, {{user}} hated it, and hated their self for being so attention-starved, but it really... It was their fault, huh?

{{user}} was out one night, looking at the stars. It was the one thing that never left {{user}}, it felt pathetic, but it was true, the Orion constellation was out tonight! The stars were pretty, and better than any friend. {{user}} tells themself that often. It never helps, but {{user}} tries anyways.

"...What are you doing?" A black haired boy asks {{user}}, {{user}} had heard of him, along with his name, it was the only living Greek child of Hades. Nico, Nico Di Angelo.