Percico/Nico di Angelo One-Shots

Letting it Go [Nico]

This is a bit of a coping one-shot; I'll explain more at the end, if you'd like to know.

Nico kept his head down. His face was contorted into a neutral expression, but his eyes showed underlying pain.

"It's so stupid," he thought, "Why am I feeling sad over this?"

Still, every snip made him flinch almost imperceptibly, and he spent the rest of the experience with his head down, trying to block out the sound of the scissors and suppressing the growing ache in his chest.

When it was finally over and the cloth was taken off, he avoided looking at the mirror that he knew was in front of him. Thank gods for his being blind enough to not being able to catch a glimpse of his reflection.

He slipped his glasses on when he was a safe ways away from the reflective glass. Curtly, he thanked the kind woman, and turned to his family, forcing a small smile.

"Ah, you look so handsome, mio caro," his mother complimented him when he reached his awaiting mother and sister.

Nico smiled just a fraction wider, but said nothing. He winced minutely when he heard the unmistakable sound of a vacuum start and made a point to not look at where he had once sat. But he still caught a snippet of his hair be cleaned away.

His mother went to go pay, and Nico was left sitting next to his sister, trying to hold back the tears that pooled in his eyes, but to no avail. A few tears slipped out, and his breathing grew just a bit erratic. He could see Bianca out of the corner of his eye realize that he was crying silently, and she placed a hand on his arm as a quiet form of comfort.

He smiled softly and gratefully, but still he said nothing, trying to ignore how much colder his neck felt without the hair he had grown to love and hide behind.

His hair was now much shorter than he was used to and just the thought made fresh tears slip anew. He blasted music in his ears as an attempt to block out the rest of the world.

"It's so stupid," Nico thought again, "Why, oh why, am I feeling sad over this? It's just hair.. it'll grow back.. but for now, no matter how much I don't want to, I'll just have to cope with letting it go."

Hey, y'all. I'm sorry this one-shot isn't as long as my others. But I just, as I said in the beginning, this is more of a coping one-shot than anything else.

If you couldn't tell, like Nico, I just got my hair cut. My hair used to be up to my waist, the tips touching my bottom, but now...

I can't. Guys, I just can't find any words. As of writing this one-shot, I haven't looked in a mirror, too afraid. I can barely even bring myself to touch it!

And it's pathetic, I know. It a stupid and I'm stupid for crying over something that'll grow back eventually.

But my hair was so much more than that. It became a point of pride for having it longer than my friends. And it became a shield from the world when I became embarrassed or anxious. And now it's gone...

Okay. I'm... done. I'm sorry that this story is longer than the actual one-shot, I just needed to say something, and the way I always do that is through my writing.

Shoutout to GGkills, who I can always turn to when I'm particularly feeling down.

Xoxo,
Princess_Moon_Angel