Nico was tired… sick and tired of the nightmares and old memories that still plagued him, even now as a teenager. He’d never get used to the memories that would return to him in his dreams of Bianca. Nice memories. It all seemed so real. So close that he could just barely reach it. And yet, when he woke up, it was gone. And he was alone again.

But then there was them. They were real and they reminded him so much of his sister. They might’ve not looked the same, but they definitely acted like her.

How could he not nearly cling to them like a baby? They were… just like bianca. Just like his deceased sister that he missed so dearly.