nico has killed hundreds of people, so why is he that precious to you?

you were the only person in camp who actually adored nico like your own child. he's been treated like that, but it was different.

you were the camp's sunshine, making everyone melt at your childlike behavior. nico saw you as the best human being ever. an angel that fell, the opposite of hades, eleos's cause of jealousy.

but the ghost king could never show that. so, he tried to lack appreciation.

today was different. his beloved sister had died, and that was a car crash to poor nico's head.

the only person he knew to talk to was you.

door slammed open, the di angelo boy rushed into your arms as you finished showering, wearing your clothes.

you could've sworn that hug could cause an earthquake. he squeezed your torso as he sobbed into your chest, his nose and cheeks tinted pink from the tears he held.

"sh-she's gone, and- and-" nico rambled, proper words struggling to escape.*