Too Busy Sinning™

Epilogue

Will

Fifteen. That's how many years it has been, to this date, since Nico died. Nico, my first love. My only love, actually. I haven't gotten over him. How could I? He was a part of me.

After two years I was able to say it out loud. That he wasn't alive. That was when I started hunting down the men who were responsible for his death. It didn't take long to find them. They're too loud, too big for it to be hard.
Isolated attacks, that's how I did it, if you were wondering. How I killed them. It helped, but only a little. The hole didn't close like I had hoped it would. So I gave up. I sat in my section of the hospital, for the 'mentally damaged' and watched as my friends and family grew up, fell in love. Got their happy endings. I've been growing more and more bitter since Percy and Annabeth had kids. I always wanted kids with Nico. Now all I have is death. And so I wait for it. Hope for it's icy hands to take me to the boy I love.