head cannon 4: Nico

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The sky was pitch black. Not a single star in the sky. Nico's hand griped the mast to keep himself from falling over the edge.Why am I here? I don't belong. Everywhere I go death follows. Why can't I find peace? Why don't I just join my sister? Nico looked down at the unfogiving oean thousands of feet below. Why am I still holding onto the mast? Who am I living for? Hazel. Every night when Nico looked over the edge of the Argo 2, tempted to let himself fall over the side, the thought of Hazel kept him anchored to the deck

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