Solangelo Oneshots

He's Gone

AN////I forgot about Hades' kids' powers when I wrote this so I went back and edited it to make more sense but it still has some plot holes. Sorry about that. If you couldn't tell by the title, it's very angsty.
NPOV
I take a deep breath as I walk toward the edge of camp. I glance back at my now barely visible cabin. I step over the border and start walking away. I don't even know where I'm going. Anywhere but here. This place holds too many memories of him.

I would shadow travel, but I'm just.... tired. Anyone in my situation would be. And Will told me not to. If he's gone, the least I can do is to respect his wishes. Why did Will have to get sent on that stupid quest? He's a healer. He's not fit for a quest. He's amazing, don't get me wrong, but fighting is definitely not his strong suit. I don't even know why they picked him. Maybe the gods wanted to showcase Camp Half Blood's diversity. I don't know. And as I walk through the busy New York intersection, I realize that I don't care. I don't care why they picked him, I just care that they did. And because of them, he's gone.

My powers are off, but I still know he's dead. Not because of the Hades thing, but because that's the only possible answer for how I feel right now. Will wasn't the only thing keeping me at Camp. I finally felt accepted. I guess that was Will too, though. He not only accepted me, he loved me. He loved my quirks and flaws. He loved how I would bite my lip when I was flustered, how I would slip into Italian when I was mad. I love how he would call me Darlin' and how passionate he was about needle sizes. I love how he would always put others before himself, sometimes to the point of almost collapsing from exhaustion. I would have to remind him that he was important, that he needed to take a break. I loved how he did the same for me, making me stop when I had reached my limits. I loved how bad he was at singing. And most of all, I loved how made me feel loved. And I think I made him feel the same way.

I don't know how long I've been walking. Hours? A day? Maybe two. I'm surprised no one from Camp has tried to IM me. Maybe they have tried, and just couldn't. I'm not an easy person to contact. I've been so disassociated that I could have been walking for a week and not have noticed. In fact, the only reason I know it's only been a day or so is that no monsters have attacked me yet.

I walk into the fast food restaurant on the side of the highway and realize it's a McDonald's. It's a tradition, My intrusive thoughts whisper, Bianca died and you came here to summon her. To run. And now Will's gone, too. And now you're back.
I guess it is kinda symbolic. I'm more of less in the same situation I was in a few years ago. That's depressing. I drink away my problems with cherry soda. It's disgusting, and Will would get so mad when I drank it. I only drank it once, because again, disgusting, but I would drink a gallon of cherry soda every day to be able to see my love's face one last time. Just to hear him yell at me about how soda ruins your teeth. To feel his hand in mine, his cheek pressed against my neck. To glance at him from across the dining pavilion and see that he was already looking at me. To hear him rant about his siblings. To fall asleep in his arms. Just one more time.

WPOV
I shudder in the darkness, reaching for my knife. I can't see anything, but I'm praying to every god I can think of that I find it. I grab it and slice at the net around my legs, very carefully so to not cut my skin. I free my legs and sit still for a moment, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I'm in a small cave, next to an even smaller river. I try to recall what happened as I climb out of the hole.

I was walking along, having successfully killed the Hydra I was sent to kill (it was terrorizing mortals), when I stopped at a stream. I was thirsty. Who wouldn't be? So I crouched down and scooped the cool water into my mouth. Then I got up and stepped over a stream, directly into a trap. Go figure.

It's a miracle nothing ate me. I laugh, thinking about how Nico's never going to let me hear the end of this. "Will," He'll say, "You drank from a stream and fell into a hunter's trap?" And— I stop my train of thought, panicking. Oh gods. Oh gods. Nico! How long have I been gone? He must be worried. No, I'm sure it's fine. He can tell I'm alive. Unless his powers aren't working properly (thanks a lot for your powers' inconsistency, Hades). I left for the Hydra, traveled for about two days, took a day to find it, killed it, and came back. So not that long, unless I've been in that cave for a long time.