The orphanage- solangelo

Alone

This is the last chapter other than the epilogue. Enjoy!

-WPOV-

The next day at school my heart felt heavy. Nico was not there and I knew he would probably not come again. I didn't want to accept it. I wanted my boyfriend back!

I blinked away tears as I walked into the building alone. Before I had moved, I didn't have many friends. I had a couple but sometimes even they would ditch me to go sit with a more popular group and I would be left alone. When I was younger, I had always wondered what would've happened had Nico not moved, and I always ended up angry that he would leave me. But then I grew up a bit and knew he probably didn't want to move either. It made me even sadder than thinking he purposely left me.

I sighed and went to my first class. I was vaguely aware that Octavian was walking next to me and saying mean things about how Nico purposely left me, and was glad to be away. But I didn't listen to him. I almost wish he was right because that would mean Nico was happy right now, even though that meant he hated me. But he didn't hate me. He had kissed me before he left. Well, I had kissed him first but he kissed back and he didn't have to if he didn't love me. He could've pulled away.

If I hadn't gotten so close to him maybe he'd be happy and relaxed about moving. I was the cause of his sadness right now, and there was no way to fix it. Or at least, there was no way for me to fix it. Maybe he'd meet an amazing guy at his next school and fall in love with him, and he'd be happy again.

Or maybe I'd meet him again. At a coffee shop, or a fair. Maybe our kids will go to school and come home and tell us all about their new friend, and we might recognize the last name and just know that we've found each other again. But maybe by then we'll have both found someone else. Or maybe only one of us did and the other one will just have to deal with it.

I shook my head. He was just a kid in my high school that I dated. I shouldn't be thinking like this. What are the chances that we would've stayed together for the rest of our lives anyway? He'd break up with me before that could happen for sure.

The class started but I couldn't focus. Luckily the teacher didn't call on me.

At lunch, I pulled out the picture Nico had started to draw of the fair and looked at it. It was halfway done. Even just like it is, you can tell Nico was an amazing artist and had so much talent. I wished I could tell him that. Hopefully his next boyfriend would.

-NPOV-

I walked into my new home slowly, taking in everything. My dad was rich. I was definitely not expecting that. There was a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a staircase on either side of the room, and they came together in the back. I heard someone come down the hallway to my right, so I looked up at them. It was a beautiful woman. I looked up at my dad. Who was this woman?

As if he read my mind, he said, "Nico, this is my new wife, Persephone. Persephone, this is Nico, my son."

"Nice to meet you."

I hesitantly shook her hand. "Nice to meet you too..."

She smiled at me. "C'mon. I've set up your room, but you'll have to tell me what you think of it."

"Okay..." I followed her up one of the staircases, but not before looking back at my dad and see him give me a nervous smile. He wanted us to get along. We'll see how that goes.

Guyyyyys I'm not ready for this book to end

As much as I hated updating it I still loved it

*sigh*

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