Solangelo One-shots.

You're still in his heart.

He could practically feel them. Running across his back, warm and gentle. He could feel them, like spiders crawl up his spine. He could feel them, cupping his shoulders, pulling him into a warm embrace. He could feel them, digging into his back. He could feel Nico's hands, caressing his cheek. God. How he'd missed those hands. He could still feel them. The way those lips pressed on every inch of skin it could reach. Warm and loving. Sometimes chapped and rough, but he loved it all the same. He could still feel those lips pressing onto his neck, back, waist, hips, lips. He could still remember how explosive every kiss was. He could still remember how they'd promise to stay together.

"I promise, promise, promise that I will never leave you, Will Solace. Because you bring so much happiness in my life." Nico whispered, his arms clasped in a tight embrace against Will's taller frame.

"Good. Because I'm not leaving you either." He'd replied.

Those lips, that could make him forget all his troubles. Those hands, that could calm him from his worst anxiety attacks. Those lips, that could make his mind explode. Those hands, that could make his stomach churn but sing at the same time...wasn't here anymore. Tears pricked at his eyes. He shouldn't be thinking about this. He'd promised to let go. But he couldn't. He remembered when it all went to hell. Literal hell.

Nico had been bravely battling the enemy that had invaded the camp. He'd charged at them with a sword, determined to protect those he loved. And Will, he didn't have time to worry or fret about the brunet, for he had many bodies and injured to attend to. He was never one to be a warrior.

Tears were trickling down his cheeks, his breath shuddering and ragged. The dull ache in his heart. The constant, unbearable weight on his chest he never seem to able to lift.

He remembered when Jason had run into the tent, his eyes broken and tears streaking down his face. He wasn't injured. He was broken-hearted. "Will...Nico." Jason paused, inhaling sharply. Will didn't want to believe it. He wanted Nico to be hurt. Just hurt. Not dead. But no. "He's...HE'S GONE!" Jason had cried out, and Will immediately collasped. His heart, his mind, his soul automatically shut down. He ran.

His heart began to ache more. The ache was something no one could possibly describe in words. The only way to understand his grief was if you could feel it yourself. It was like someone ripping it into pieces, and ripping the pieces into more pieces. It never seemed to end. The hurt was like a cloaking darkness, stretching out for miles and miles, with no end.

He ran for miles, through fires, broken cabins, burning landscapes, until he saw Percy, leaning over a motionless body, Annabeth sobbing beside him. Percy's face had no tears. The grief and shock prevented any from falling. He stared numbly at the body, unable to feel. Will instantly recognised the body. Nico. He fell on his knees, and finally allowed himself to cry.

Those lips, those hands, him.
He's gone. Forever.

Author's note: Ooooo! Finally, a sad fic. Okay, so I copied and pasted it from my septicplier fic, but hey, it isn't copyright if it's mine. Ahhaha. Enjoy this one, babes! Ily!

Love, K.