Reynico One-Shots

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So. I just found out that I'm alive.
I have no idea what I'm wrighting right now.
Too sleepy.

  He closed his eyes.
  He covered his ears.
  It was awfully dark and quiet in his cabin. But he could see everything- the room, the giants, the jar. He could hear the frighting laugh, telling him that there aren't a way out, that he failed, and that he's hopeless.

Hopeless

  The word echoed through his head.

  He scooted deeper into the darkest corner and buried his head in his knees, but he was unable to tune down the voices coming from inside him, nor stop the images flooding through his head. It was like a tsunami. A tidal wave he was drowning in, the wave of unpleasant memories.

  He wanted to shout for help, for anyone to save him from this uncannily realistic images appearing in his head. But his voice wasn't working.

  He felt himself tremble. He heard himself whimper. But louder than that, he heard the swirling of the river of despair, the screeching of the monsters, and the laughter of the giants.

   He slightly lifted his head from his knees. He gasped for breath. Even now, he can remember how he wanted to breathe in the bronze jar. He was in a giant room, but his chest felt tight, and he felt like he was suffocating.

  He was sitting still, but the world was swirling around him. His visions were blurry. Blinking, he felt something cold roll down his cheek. Part of his head were screaming it was just a tear, but Nico was already inside River Cocytus.

  He tried to think of something else, something more pleasant than the jail inside a titan's body, but he was already a prisoner, stuck between the bars of his own nightmares.

  Maybe he deserves it. Maybe he deserves this world, this world that's suffocating him. Has he done something to anger the gods? He wasn't sure. But he was sure that the gods weren't happy of him. They should be disappointed. After all, he's just a failure, and failures shouldn't exist in this world.

Knock knock.

  "Nico?" He heard. "Nico, are you in there?" He sniffled. There he was. Imagining the voice of her, imagining of hearing someone worried for him, someone he couldn't have. Someone, the only string holding him from falling into the underworld, the only string tying him to the world he live in.

Click.

  He tried to think of her regal face, but it was too dark inside his head for anything to appear, anything except his deepest, darkest fear. Now, he was shaking, trembling, overwhelmed by the shadows around him, the shadows he once roamed through.

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  Footsteps, they were. Someone will him, and soon, everybody will be whispering about his miserable state. He hugged his knees closer, making himself smaller, trying to be invisible to the intruder. He tried to disappear through the shadows, but he couldn't control them in this state.

  Something warm touched his arm. Startled, he flinched and tried to move away.

"Shhh. It's just me. It's alright."

  He wasn't alright, at all. It was too cold there. And SHE was in next to him. He didn't want her to see him like this. He didn't want her to see him being this weak. He pushed her away.

"Nico." She was persistent. "I'm not a monster. I'm not going to harm you. It's just me."

  He looked up with his tear-stricken eyes.

  She was too beautiful-to the point that it hurt his eyes to see her. And he hated it.

  He turned his head away.

"Hey." She poked his arm slightly and turned his head to face her. Then she wiped his tears with her finger.

"R-Rey, I-" his voice broke as he choked back a sob.

  She gently embraced him and rubbed his back. "You don't have to deal with this alone. We're here, ready to come when you call us."

  Somehow, he knew that she really meant it. He had friends. FRIENDS. He didn't know about the others, but at least she cares for him.

  His breath slowed back to normal.

  She pulled away and pulled the curtain, letting in sunlight in his cabin. "You control the darkness. Don't let it control you."

  His head was still a bit dizzy, but he managed to stand up, wobbling a little, legs weak of sitting on the floor too long.

  He wrapped his arms around her. Her hair smelt nice. He closed his eyes. "Thank you." He breathed.

  He felt warmth, strength given to him from her. He opened his eyes. His head wasn't spinning anymore.

  They stood, in the ray of sunlight coming through the window. In silence. Not moving.

  He felt safe again. There was something in her that made him feel.

  If this was a movie, he thought. He knew what could happen next if they were main characters in a cliche book. He wanted it to happen. But she had already done so much for him that he couldn't wish for more.

  She had her work, but he didn't want her to go. He was afraid, it might happen again if she leaves.

  She promised to come back right after she finishes.

  So he sits, in the middle of the sun ray, trying not to touch the shadows around him, wishing he was more than a coward waiting for her to come back.

[892 words]
I still have no idea what I wrote.
Goodnight

Oh and I need a title for this

Can you get one for me?