Everybody else, they can go to hell then we can finally be alone. -it’s your rhythm

Nico Di Angelo’s synonym is closed off. He’s cold and doesn’t feel like anyone understands him. That was until he met you. He thought he would never meet anyone who could understand him like you. And maybe that was the truth.

You painted your nails black on Nico’s floor. Nico shuffled through a deck of some cards he’s crazy about. His lights were all ways dim and it was like a dungeon. You didn’t mind it though.

”Do you think you’ll remember me in 20 years?”

You asked Nico.

”Yeah. I do.”

He responded. He wish it could always be like this. Just you two.

”I don’t think I will. Maybe when I’m a bit older. I’ll be like, remember that Nico kid? He was kind. He had nice eyes.”

You said as he painted your pinky nail. He smiled.

”Y’know..maybe if everyone else would just..go to hell then we could remember eachother.”