skinny love | solangelo

Avoid

~Nico

Will and I were avoiding each other. It wasn't that hard, really. I never came out of my room, he never left the Infirmary. I could feel my heart shattering, like glass falling to its demise. It was beautiful as it was falling, but that doesn't change the fact that it was going to shatter into a billion pieces.

It hurt a lot, actually. I didn't expect it to. I didn't think I even had a heart.
But nonetheless, it did. I didn't know why.

A knocking sounded from outside my cabin, jolting me from my mental monologue of misery. Hazel.

"Nico!" She sounded exasperated, "You haven't been out all week! You need food, you dolt."

I didn't answer.

"You are not ignoring me forever, Nico! I will come in there and get you! I live here too, you know!"

"Hazel, I'm fine!" I groaned.

"No!" A pounding sounded from the doorway, the intensity increasing quickly and I felt like she might break the door down. I yelled at her to stop, and promised I'd open up.

I opened the door to a glaring Hazel, a frown on her face. It was a very bizarre expression on her and it startled me.

"You are going to eat food and I will take care of you, whether you like it or not." Hazel snarled.

"I stole a plate, I had food!"

"Does it look like I care about what you're telling me?" She placed her hands on her hips, and her eyes turned steely cold.

"I am going to take care of you whether you like it or not, di Angelo." Hazel said, deathly low.

Raising my arms in a wary expression, she grabbed one of my hands and dragged me out onto the doorstep.

"Hazel!"

"What?" She snarled, a viselike grip on my wrist. I looked around frantically for any sign of Will.

Hazel's gaze softened, and sighed. "I know, Nico. Don't think I don't understand, because I do. Will's going to be in the infirmary all day, I checked with Austin." I gulped and sighed in defeat.

A triumphant smile broke out across my sister's face as she all but dragged me into the light of camp.

Blinking hard up at the sunlight, I am jolted with an aching, deep in my chest. And then it hits me. The goddamned sunlight. Goddamned Solace. A growl sounds deep in my throat, and Hazel turns to look at me, confused. I wave her off with my free hand, and point up to the blinding ball of fire in the sky.

Her eyes widen and a hand flies up to her mouth. "Oh, Nico, let's - let's go get something to eat, okay?"

Hazel wouldn't listen to my complaints of already having food, and yanked my wrist towards the pavilion.

A couple of minutes later, my sister was forcing salad into my mouth, bickering with me all the while.

"Nico di Angelo, you are fourteen years old, eat your veggies!"

"I'm technically at least 80 years old! And older than you!"

"Do you honestly think I care?"

In the end, Hazel won the fight.

As we were walking around the camp (Hazel insisted I get exercise), a flash of hair caught my eye. Blond.

My lungs seized up before I knew it, but when the said person turned around, it wasn't Will.

Hazel was looking at me worriedly. Instead of saying anything, I just fainted.