Dead in Love (Nico x Reader)

Not About Angels

I can actually play this song on the piano, it's super easy. As requested by my soul. Also, you should listen to the song while reading this, I cri every time. ;-;

  I stared at the worn, once ivory and black keys in front of me. I splayed my fingers lightly across the keys, remembering the feeling from when I was younger and my mortal parents could protect me and pressed the first key. I moved my hands easily as the words started flowing mellowly out of me.

  We know full well there's just time
So is it wrong to toss this line?
  If your heart was full of love
Could you give it up? 

  I took a deep breath as all the memories flowed back.

'Cause what about, what about angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special

  I could feel the hands of my mother resting on mine, helping me find the notes and singing softly in my ear. My throat starts choking up.

Don't give me up

  My voice cracks and my fingers fall heavily into my lap, tears silently following suit. I sat on the old piano bench, tears forming gentle rivers down my face, my shoulders shaking. I test my voice again. 

Don't give me up

  I heard and felt someone else slid quietly onto the bench beside me and pull me into a cold but warm hug. I rest my head against Nico's shoulder and he holds me closer. "Will you try again for me?" he whispers encouragingly to me. I nod and shakily place my hands back onto the antique keys.

How unfair, it's just our love
Found something real that's out of touch

  My voice grows stronger as I let all the pent-up emotions of years spill over in long overdue tears. Nico squeezed my shoulder reassuringly.

But if you'd searched the whole wide world
Would you dare to let it go?

  Muscle memory took over; pictures of my parents' smiling faces as the taught me this song swam before my eyes. The hours they would spend together with me at the piano, me in my step-father's lap on the piano bench- he never seemed like a step-father to me because he loved me like I was his own- and my mother sitting with comfortable elegance on the old wooden stool beside.

'Cause what about, what about angels?

 They will come, they will go, make us special  

  I heard Nico's voice mix peacefully with mine. If I listened hard enough it sounded like my father's.

Don't give me up
Don't give
Me up

  My black-clad shoulders started shaking again.

'Cause what about, what about angels?

  My voice faltered but I was determined to finish not only for Nico but my parents too.

They will come, they will go, make us special

I almost stopped. "Come on, mia regina," Nico encouraged me softly.

It's not, about not about angels, angels

  I choked out the last words and slumped against Nico. He held me while I cried and whispered sweat nonsense to me before helping me off the creaking bench and leading me out of the room. I turned around longingly before leaving the room and looked at the old unstable stool and piano that I'd learned my first songs at. Then, finally, I let Nico guide me to where I'd say my last goodbyes to the people who'd raised me the best they could. 

  They'd let me live a normal life as long as I could before willingly sending me to a place that could give me a better chance at life. They'd put their own lives at risk the second they allowed me back into their home 2 weeks ago. They shouldn't have risked it but they did and suffered the unfairly given consequence. 

  My father died shielding my mother from two of the 5 dracaenae while I was held, beaten and bloody, by the 3 remaining from the group of 10 that stormed the house. My mother died soon after my father did. They died together like how they would have wanted. I probably would have died with them if Nico hadn't shown up early to the dinner I'd planned so that he could meet my family at least once. He'd held me then while I sobbed hysterically like he did today.

  Today was the day I'd watch them be lowered into the ground side by side. Maybe I'd see them in the Elysium one day...

  I don't know if anyone wanted this, well, I did so now you get it. I'll probably do more because they're fun as frick to write.

~Di Angel  (I'm trying something new leave me alone.)