Always You - Nico di Angelo x Reader (Oneshots)

I Love You, I'm Sorry (Pt. 2)

A/N - time for your weekly heartbreak, cupcakes!

Welcome to Part 2! Get your tissues, heat pack, blankets, and snacks - 'cause this is going to be one heck of a ride!

Welp, there's nothing left for me to say to you now. 

Enjoyyy :D

~ in the previous episode ~

"We're over, Nico," you sighed, walking over to gently cup Nico's face in the palm of your hands.

Your touch was cold and cruel, but it was better than nothing. Nico exhaled a shuddering breath as you pressed your forehead against his, his lips quivering as he closed his eyes.

He wanted to argue with you, tell you how you were wrong. How it couldn't be over, this had to be some horrible nightmare.

But when you tilted his face up, held it in your hands, and pressed your forehead against his, he realized for the thousandth time just how much he loved you.

He swallowed back a sob, closing his eyes, his entire body trembling as he finally gave a weak, quiet whisper,

"... I hate you."

You smiled softly, knowing how much of a bad liar your love was.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. At least you owe him that: an apology. "I loved you, I'm sorry."

No, Nico deserved the world. A world that you couldn't give him.

He couldn't stop the choked sob that escaped him as you pulled him close, holding him against your chest. He buried his face in your shoulder, hiding the tears silently streaming down his face as you apologized.

His arms wrapped around you like he was clinging on, clinging on to the love he hadn't lost, but lost for you.

"I know," He choked, brokenly, "I know you loved me, and I know you're sorry, darling."

He took a shaky, shaky breath.

"I just wish I could've been enough."

Chapter 2: Dead and Gone

- Third Person's POV -

After that, you left Nico.

A few years had passed, and you had wandered off to hang out with the wrong crowd.

Leaving camp was a mistake, you knew that. Deep down inside the lowest pits of your soul.

But you can't stand to look at Nico's heartbroken expressions, pained heart, and betrayed eyes. You decided to completely be cut off from his life.

He deserved better. He didn't need you to ruin his life anymore than you already had.

"Relax, Y/N," a girl from your friend group teased, prodding at your head roughly as the others snickered, "What's with the sad face?"

"Just missing my ex," you replied blankly, your face glazing over in an empty daze.

"Aw, you're no fun," another guy chirped up, munching in his gum as he pointed at you, "Don't you got Mr. Loverman pining over you?"

"Nick Walters?" you raised an eyebrow, "He doesn't compare to what my first love was."

"Seriously, Y/N," Carter, the guy who sat beside you, grumbled, "Give us a clue on who Prince Charming might be."

You won't even tell them his name. You felt wrong having it roll off your tongue for what you had done.

Suddenly, you spotted a group of monsters from a distance. You had no idea what they were, but they looked big. And fast.

One of them turned its head to stare directly at you.

Carter took notice of your expression and looked over to see what you were worried about.

All the color drained from his face as he recognized the group of monsters. He didn't know how many there were, but there were all kinds of them.

The biggest one began running straight towards you.

"Minotaur," Carter gasped, just loud enough for you to hear. "Run."

You didn't need to be told twice. You abandoned your so-called friends and fled the scene.

They would be protected by the mist. But Carter?

You glanced back to see him trotting quickly behind you, his goat legs slowly revealing the more his pants rode up his legs.

With a frustrated grunt, he stripped them off to run faster.

A satyr. Of course.

It wasn't a wonder why Carter was the nicest to you, or why he had been bugging you for the past few years to always "keep in line" and to "not cause any trouble".

You always thought he was such a Dad, but it was more than that.

Apparently, Camp Half-Blood didn't trust you outside without a spy stalking on your every move.

What a classic. Your closest friend was a donkey.

You decided not to give it much of a thought. It wasn't like you had any time for it, anyway.

You didn't have your weapon with you, so fighting isn't a choice.

Or was it?

"Get out of here, Carter," you yelled at the fearful satyr, trying to get the only friend you had back to safety, " Alert the camp. Tell them the Minotaur is back."

"He isn't supposed to be here," Carter fretted, trying to go as fast as his little goat legs could go, "Don't stop, Y/N. You're going to get yourself killed!"

"What is there to live for, anyway?" you muttered as you stole a baseball bat from the nearest kid, before charging at the monster at full speed.

For the first time, fate was on your side.

It was funny, really. How you had forgotten what a skilled warrior you were. 

You dodged the Mintoaur's attacks, slamming his head and body with the bat again and again.

However, it was still a child's toy. The wooden weapon didn't stand a chance to the monster made of steel.

The baseball bat snapped with a loud crack, leaving you to defend yourself with nothing but your iron fists.

The Minotaur lunged at you, leaving you with only a moment to step to the side.

You were too late by a split second, its horns cutting a deep gash on your good arm.

Blood splattered all over the asphalt, looking like a deadly murder scene.

Damn you for not having good footwork.

With nothing left to lose, you ran into the forests closest to the city block. The Minotaur would have a hard time finding you there.

On the other hand, Carter had come timidly to the fight scene, his heart falling at the sight of blood on asphalt.

You were nowhere to be seen. But judging from the wreck and the mess of the red liquid all over the road, he knew you were gone. 

A/N - Allow me to use this space to clear some things up.

I really do appreciate every single comment that worries for my mental health as they notice just how much angsty, depressing one shots I posted all this time. You guys melted my poor heart.

And please, don't worry about me. - I'm completely fine! Just take it as a sort of coping mechanism from a moody teenage girl.

After all, these are called fan-FICTION for a reason >:)

Once again, that's it from me. Stay tooned for Part 3 <3

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Lot's of love,

- FantasyDemiWitch