Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

SIXTY-NINE

WILL POV:
I practically ran upstairs to find Nico after confirming he isn't downstairs. My Mom must be getting ready for work cause I can hear her blow dryer from her room. I hope she hasn't left Nico alone for long.

I bust into my room and smile when I see him laying there on his side.

"It's summer!" I yell cheerily, discarding my backpack to the side.

"Yay," Nico says halfheartedly.

He doesn't turn to face me so when I lay next to him so I pull him over onto his back so I can see his face. "What's wrong?" I ask him.

"Nothing," he says but his eyes are red and puffy so it looks like he's been crying.

"Have you been crying?" I ask, wiping some dried tears from his cheek.

"It doesn't matter," he says turning over on his side so his back is to me.

I frown, "Why were you crying?" I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him flush against my chest.

"I don't wanna talk about it," he says, sniffing making me realize he's started crying again.

"I won't make you, but Id like for you to try. Even if it's in a little while," I say rubbing circles with my thumb on his chest.

He nods and I can feel him trying to choke back his sobs by the way his whole body is shaking. I try to just hold him as he cry's but it's hard when I'm not sure why he's crying. I think it's safe to assume it's about his dad but I'm not sure. Mom probably just left him alone for a bit to long to his thoughts and it led to this.

Eventually he turns around so he can bury his face in my chest, his tears wetting my shirt. I rub his back while he calms himself down.

"Sorry," he sniffs.

"For?" I ask.

"Crying so much," he sniffs again. "You're probably so sick of it."

"It's okay," I reassure him. "It doesn't bother me, I just wanna be here for you."

He sighs, "I don't know what's wrong. One second I was fine the next I was crying."

"It's okay, I understand. Your grieving."

He shrugs, "I shouldn't be."

"He was your dad, I'd be more worried if you were completely unaffected by his death."

He shrugs again. "I guess," he says noncommittally. "I've tried to get a hold of Hazel, but I just get nothing back. I got a text from her mom the other day telling me I needed to leave her daughter alone for awhile but I didn't think Hazel would listen to her. She was all I technically had left, and she left me too. My whole family's dead now, and I can't help but think maybe I'm supposed to be too."

My heart plummets into my stomach so fast I almost gag. "Your not supposed to be dead," I say firmly, tightening my hold on him. "Please don't think that."

"Sorry," he states plainly. "Can't help it. When you loose your whole family in less then 4 years it's hard not to."

I wrap my arms around him fully just to make sure he can't slip away from me. "Everything happens for a reason, if you were supposed to be dead you would have been killed with your sister and mom. But you weren't. Because we're gonna get married and grow old together, and adopt either a dog or a kid, I'm not gonna be picky as long as I get to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I want that too," he says so quietly I almost miss it. "I just don't feel like I deserve it."

"You do," I tell him. "We deserve it."