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Nico stayed awake all night, being incapable of falling asleep as anxiety was eating him out.

He was nervous and didn't know if he should have gone to the library that night. He thought about it for hours, until the actual sunrise.
<<Then, never mind.>> He thought.

When it was six in the morning he got out of his bad, he had rings under his eyes.
If he was going to meet Will that day, he would not be in his best shape.

Then the thought hit him right in his face. What if Will didn't like his face? They have never seen each others.

Nico covered his face with his bare hands, trying to wash away these thoughts with warm water.

<<Can't be. Can it?>> He tried to reassure himself.

He was frightened that Will could look at him and just walk away. He imagined him, for as much as possible, with a disgusted face.
He learnt through time that Will could never do that but fear couldn't leave him for good.

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