𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, oneshots.

𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 ; 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗈

THEY R BEST FRIENDS ‼️‼️‼️‼️

Nico Di Angelo was settled in the depth of his sisters death yet again.

He had pushed it away as long as he can, never really coming in terms with her death. He refused to believe, he really bc couldn't stand it.

He preferred to cry, sob or whatever way he was dealing with his sadness in private. It was the way he was. He never liked showing people how he felt, he saw it as a sight of weakness.

He pushed everyone away, he ignored everyone's pitiful glances. He felt pleasure when people stopped approaching him, but der down he wished they stayed. He wished they stayed despite his closed off self.

Someone did stay, he didn't know why or how she could tolerate him. But she stayed. She dealt with his angry outbursts or his various mood swings and he was even the first person he had unintentionally come out too.

Alina grinned at him as she walked towards his cabin. He was sat on the roof, his legs dangling freely. It was pitch black, past midnight and there was only silence to be heard. She hoisted herself up, grateful for the low roof.

The black haired boy was looking down, he didn't show her any sort of reaction nor did he acknowledge her presence. He merely gave her a brief nod, scooting over to the side so she wouldn't slip off.

"You okay?"

No response.

"How was your day."

Still no response.

She huffed, "Fine. We'll sit in silence then."

Nico felt bad. But he just couldn't form the words to explain to her what was wrong. She was one year younger than him and that made him feel even more pathetic.

"Okay."

Her head snapped in his direction, "What?"

"My day. It was okay."

"You don't seem okay." she shrugged.

"Maybe I'm not, what's it to you." he grumbled. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes and rubbing a hand through his messy hair, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

The silence that followed left her curious. She lifted her head to look at him. He could feel her stare pierce the side of his head and he could almost hear her unsaid question.

"It's Bianca. That's all, nothing else."

"It's not just Bianca, Nico." she mumbled.

"Yeah but she's always the reason I'm sad."

"So?" Alina asked, "You aren't sad over something stupid Nico. You're sad because of her death. You can't just expect to not be sad over it."

Nico didn't respond. He didn't know what to say.

"Nico, I'm just saying. She died. You were close to her. For gods sakes, she was your sister. I'm going to be shocked if you aren't sad."

"Yeah but it's been three years."

"You can't just move on in a snap of your fingers." Alina mumbled, "You were close to her since you were born."

Alina shuffled closer to Nico. She knew he didn't fancy physical affection but she felt herself drawn to giving him a hug.

She slowly, almost carefully, wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his entire body to tense, his figure seemed petrified.

"Nico, it's okay."

She rested her head gently against his chest, his arms slowly moving to embrace her back. His cheek pressed against the top of her head.

"Thank you." he whispered.

ADIOS AMIGOS
< nico 3 i will cry about his backstory no one speak to me
i didn't reread this