pilots (sorry, had to)
.:Nico POV:.
Will called me last night, around 2:20 in the morning--he'd probably just gotten home.
He called me--for the first time may I add. He'd never actually called me, nor I him, because we each talked so often in real life--and when I picked up and said, "hello?" he'd just said, so softly I could barely hear him: "Nico?"
His voice was broken, he sounded so vulnerable. To be honest, it scared me. I was used to Will being the one to have to help me, build me up me when I'm breaking down; but the roles were reversed last night. I had to be the one to calm him. I wanted to just reach through the phone and wrap my arms around him and never let go.
After a while, after simply talking to me, his voice stopped quivering and the smile crept back into it. I guess he just wanted to be listened to. Some people need to be listened to, not just heard.
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I'm wheeling Hazel out of he room and to the hospital's exit while Seph and Dad collect her stuff when I scold, "You scared the living hell outta me, Hazel."
I sense her flinch at my protective tone. "Sorry. Oh, fuck, did you have a panic attack?"
I nod and guilt washes over her features, making me immediately place my hand on her good arm, as if to say, it's okay. It wasn't your fault. "But Will was with me. He helped me--he's good at that."
"Oooh, Willll, huh?" The guilt melts away as she wiggles her eyebrows, drawing out his name. "You're in loveeee. So, what are you guys now?"
I shush her, mildly concerned that our parents can hear from down the hall, but her questions resonates through my brain:
What are we?
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Unbroken {Solangelo}
FanfictionNico di Angelo is broken. After his mother and sister are killed in a car accident, Nico is left with panic attacks--AND Will Solace, a fellow student assigned to help Nico. But, what if Nico doesn't quite want to be helped?
