Even The Best Fall Down Sometimes---Nico Di Angelo/Solangelo One Shots

Even The Best Fall Down Sometimes

Hey guys! **This is the second part to Hey, Will.**
Also, **Trigger warning, contains self harm. Just be cautious when reading if you are easily triggered :)**
Hope you guys like it and sorry I haven't updated in so long! **Please comment!
Credits to the artist of the chapter cover art.

Nico
I blinked open my eyes as Will stirred restlessly and groaned softly.
"Will?" I whispered gently to him.
"Mmhm," Came the sleepy reply. Will slowly sat up and looked around, blinking.
"Where-what happened?" He asked, confused at seeing me in his bed. I looked at him sadly. He puffed up his cheeks and blew out a puff of air. His blonde curls were tangled and falling in his face and the tracks of his tears were still visible from last night. Will met my dark eyes with his sparkling blue ones, and then looked away, refusing to look at me.
I sat up next to him so that I was sitting propped up against the headboard of the bed next to him.
"Will," I said gently. No reply. Not even an acknowledgement that he had heard me. He just let his head fall back against the headboard and rested his elbows on his knees. He still had on the same black, worn-out sweatshirt that he had been wearing. I slowly reached my hand over to his, and picked his hand up partially by the wrist as gently as I possibly could. He quickly snatched his hand away, tears starting to form in his eyes.
"Will, please," I just couldn't let this go. I couldn't see my Sunshine like this. I thought maybe for once I could fix something instead of destroying it. So I lunged out and caught Will's wrist. He cried out in pain, then tried to hide it with a cough.
"Nico," Will begged. His voice was deadly soft, deadly calm, but it had an underlying edge of panic to it.
"Let go. Please," Will tried to twist his wrist away, but I held on until he stopped struggling. He let his head fall back in defeat as I turned his arm over gently. I worked the black sweatshirt up his arm to reveal a series of angry red cut marks. Thick white scars ran the length of his arm underneath the new cuts. Will let out a sob when I ran my finger lightly over them.
"Will-" I looked at him sadly.
"Don't," Will spat. "I already know what you're going to say," His voice cracked on the last word, choked off by a sob.
"How long?" I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder.
"What?" Will turned to me in surprise.
"How long?" I repeated. "How long has it been since you started?"
"So many of them died, so many I should have been able to save. So many of my own siblings. I should've been able to save them. It's my fault. Everyone thinks so. I can see the blame in their eyes every time they look at me," He said instead and let out a sob. I wrapped my arms around him and rocked him back and forth.
"Will, it's not your fault. People die in battle. You couldn't have saved them. No one blames you. Will, they all love you," I rubbed circles on his shoulder with my thumb.
"It's all just so fake. I put on my happy mask, they act like they like me, everything's great," Will's voice was full of bitterness.
"I know. Will, you've got people who love you though. And sometimes that's the only important thing," Will let out another quite sob.
"Shh, it's ok," I just wanted my Sunshine to know he was loved.
"No, it's fucking not," Will yelled. "It's not ok, because, because now, I've lost my chance. Now you'll just hate me completely because I'm a fuckup and because, because-" Will yanked up his other sweatshirt sleeve, revealing more prominent dark red cuts. I took a deep breath.
"Hate you? Why? Because I know what you're going through, how you feel?" I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and turned my wrists over so Will could see the lines of white scars that stood out all along both arms. Will looked at me, astonished. I shrugged and turned my wrists back over so he couldn't see any more. Not that I was going to admit it to Will, but it took a lot to show anyone my scars. He was the only one who knew.
"I-I didn't know," Will whispered.
"I know," I said matter-of-factly. "Point is, I know how you feel."
Will let out a breath and leaned his head back up against my chest.
"It's ok," I whispered into his golden hair. "It's gonna be ok. Stay strong, il mio piccolo soldato. Even the best fall down sometimes you know," I shyly kissed Will on the forehead, sitting with my arms wrapped around him.

Hope that wasn't too dark for you guys! I'm not sure how much detail I should go into in things like this, but I know what self harming is like, so it's a bit detailed.