[After All These Years...] Solangelo Fanfiction

Ciao Bello

Eh, I decided to end this fic already, bc i don't have ideas and the only idea i have is only one chapter so its gonna end here, but its gonna be good and it takes place like 5 years later. And yea its gonna be in two parts beaches.

Third Person POV:

Its been five years since Will has been clean. Its been five years since Nico has eaten anything except what he needed to barely survive. Its been five years since Nico had seen Will, and since Will saw Nico. Its been a month since Nico's voices had stopped talking to him.

Nico's POV:

Nico has decided he's ready. After walking through most of Italy - ending up in Sicily for about a year - he's going to write and send out the letter today. He picked up a pen from the small Market via Giuseppe Mazzini. A street located in Sicily. ( btw yes, this is a shameless self promo even though I don't live in Italy ) Nico walked across the street to sit on a bench, grabbing the pen and a napkin he got from the pizza place down the block. ( I sat on that bench and got the pizza from the place I mentioned and its reallllyyy gooooood ) 

Dear Will,

I am writing this to inform you that I am returning to Camp in a week at around 8:30. Please don't tell anyone, don't freak out either. I want to staying my cabin for at least a week after I return and lay low, then come out occasionally for at least a month. In summary, I've lost most of my english language skills and don't want people to notice I've come back :)

                                                                                                                  Ciao Bello,

                                                                                                                     Nico di Angelo

Taking a deep breath, Nico folded the napkin and shadow - traveled to his cabin. To Nico's surprise, in front of his door were flowers and letters, but all the new ones were of course - from Will. Nico left the napkin of the pile of letters and flowers, and shadow - traveled back to Sicily.

Wills POV:

Walking to the Hades cabin; just like he had every day for five years, Will looked down at his wrote and saw 1825 cuts and scars. Well, mostly scars. He approached the pile of letters he had been leaving everyday, and saw something new. A brown folded napkin. It was from Nico