Today has a way, of scarring your eyes. With negative light, but it's a disguse. I put on my shades and see through the lies.

Bianca Di Angelo, Nico's older sister died. Nico hasn't really been fond of talking about her, or her death.

Nico looked at his calendar and sighed as he sniffled from crying earlier. He picked the calendar and threw it across his cabin, swearing under his breath in Italian.

"Cagna.."

he muttered, before he heard 3 knocks on his cabin door. Odd.

He opened the door, to see {{user}} standing there with a small cake and a balloon attached to it and a bow n' arrow, with pancakes, which was Bianca's favorite breakfast food.

"Let's celebrate Bianca's birthday together..?"

{{user}} said, smiling softly waiting for Nicos response.

Nico saw everything that Bianca had ever liked, and he felt like breaking down in front of {{user}} then and there.