Love Wins (BoyxBoy)

Chpt. 22-All Good Things Must Come To An End (Trigger warning!)

(AN; a tissue box (or ten) is strongly advised for this chapter. Ghostqueenxoxo is not to be held responsible for any heartaches/breaks, broken phones/tablets/laptops/iPods, or any form of mental breakdown.
You have been warned.)

~Will Solace~

He's not okay. I know it. He said he's fine and not upset about today but I know he's just dying to cut, or smoke, or do anything that'll hurt him. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I could've stopped them, I could've done something but where was I? I was trying to control my stupid siblings. Damn it Will, you're so fucking stupid.

"Will?" Nico says in the softest voice. I look up at him. "What's wrong?" I shake my head no. "Don't wanna talk about it?" I shake my head no again. "Okay." He whispers then sits down beside me. He grabs my hand and holds it in his. "You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey." He sings softly and tears start rolling down my cheeks. "You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

"Nico." I whisper then I lunge at him.

"Yeah?" He asks, hugging me tightly.

"I love you so much. So damn much." I sob.

"I love you too, sunshine." He says with a satisfied smirk. I chuckle and wipe my tears away.

"I like that."

"What? Me calling you sunshine?" I nod. "Really?! I've been trying to figure out a cute pet name for you for soooo long."

I smile. "If you promise to be my angel, I promise I'll be your sunshine."

"I promise." He says with the cutest smile spread across his face.

"Good, now give daddy a kiss." He giggles and pecks a kiss on my lips. "Thank you for being strong for me, love." I whisper. His face goes pale and he laughs nervously.

"No problem?"

Weird. Why would he get all nervous when I said he's strong. It's the truth, he's both the most mentally and physically strongest person I know. Wait. If he's so physically strong, how did those guys beat him up so easily...?

"Nico...?"

"...yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah...anything."

"Did you...maybe...I dunno...let those guys beat you up?" I ask, staring into his dark, hallow eyes.

"..."

"Nico..."

"..."

"Please answer..."

"Yes..." He says finally, his eyes not meeting mine.

"Why?"

"I...I thought maybe...maybe if they hurt me badly enough, and weakened me enough, it would be easier for me to..."

"...to?" He drags his index finger across his throat. In the distance I hear glass shatter, people screaming, buildings crumbling to the ground, and the crackle of a blazing fire. Someone yells for me to move but I sit there and let the knife pierce through my skin to my heart. With the smallest poke, my most important organ explodes inside my own chest; and like a domino effect, my lungs do the same, making it impossible to breathe. As I sit there unmoving, my eyes burst into flames.