Always You - Nico di Angelo x Reader (Oneshots)

I Love You, I'm Sorry (Pt. 3)

A/N - omg hello! Gosh, it feels like I have dedicated this entire month to the 100th Special, mini-series. 

Please hold on with me as we continue this heartbreaking story. I'm literally stripping my heart bare and raw to you guys here. 

Though this episode will be comparatively shorter than the others, I do consider it to be the most angsty. 

Which is a genre I LOVE writing, if you haven't noticed MUAHAHA >:)

Alright, let's just straight right in. 

Happy reading ya'll !!

~ in the previous episode ~

You dodged the Minotaur'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 against 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.

- Third Person's POV - 

Nico was practicing his sword-fighting skills when Carter walked up hesitantly to him and the group.

Chiron held Nico by the shoulders and Hazel hugged his arm as Carter explained the whole thing.

"She's gone," Carter sobbed, unable to even look up into Nico's eyes. "Gone."

Gone. The word rang through Nico's very soul as he collapsed onto the ground.

Grover went over to soothe his fellow satyr friend, understanding the feeling of guilt, remorse, and regret.

Meanwhile, Nico di Angelo was crushed.

The Seven rushed to his side, trying to prevent him from hyperventilating and doing something rash.

They didn't need to. The boy was too tired, too heartbroken to do anything. To even think straight.

It felt like the world had crumbled completely below his feet as he sank to his knees.

He cradled his head in his arms, kneeling before the ground as he cried out in agony.

His sobs echoed through the camp fields. And every camper knew what had happened.

Nico felt guilty, ruined by the deceptive thoughts that roared in his ears.

You died because of him. His actions caused your death. His fault for letting you go that easily.

A shroud was made in your honor that day, your G/P's sign stitched onto the fabric.

At your funeral, Nico was a mess. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, his hair a mess, and his hands still shaking. He should've done better. He should've been there.

He'd ruined every happiness in your life. He'd made you cry. He'd ruined your relationship. He'd ruined the life you had had together.

He'd ruined your dreams.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, pressing his forehead against your shroud, trying to imagine the soft silk as your skin instead. "I'm sorry."

The news that you were dead nearly killed something inside him. He nearly went insane with grief.

He'd lost his only love, the person who'd loved him so dearly with no reason not to. You were supposed to grow old with him. You were supposed to have kids, have a family with him. He was supposed to be by your side the same way you'd been for all those years, always cheering for him, always there for him.

"Please," he mumbled as he knelt by the fire, clutching the flowers in his hand. "Forgive me."

No matter how much his friends tried to console him and reassure him that it wasn't his fault, Nico neither felt safe nor comforted.

He wanted his love back, to come back home to his arms where she belonged. 

A/N - the amount of references oml.

I'm whipping up every single sad playlist I had to write this story.

Update: it was worth it. 

Also, I don't think I'm writing one shots anymore. These are literal short stories that are at least twice as long as what a one shot should be.

And I am never going back.

768 words

Stay with me! We only have 2 episodes left :D

Wishing you all the best, 

- FantasyDemiWitch