Nico. I remember you. I remember you when you were little. Remember playing Tickle Monster? I was always aiming for the armpits or under the neck, where you squealed the most. Then you would turn on me and tickle me until I almost died from laughter. And after we both calmed down, we made a game of counting the freckles on your arms and face. Then you counted mine. You were good until 12, then you counted "14,19,27,12,32-" It was hilarious.
Then you grew older. In some ways, it was sad to watch, you turning away from the old games and maturing. But when I was desperate to get you back to me, I gave you your first deck of mythomagic.
Boy, what did I get myself into?
But it worked. You came back to me again, we grew closer, and the last thing I ever wanted to do was leave you.
Then, the demigods came, including Percy Jackson. He told us of a place where you would be eternally safe from anyone or anything, and I couldn't help feeling relieved. So I let you go, Nico, so you could be free from me, and my grasp, and so I could have the sisters I have always wanted.
It was selfish of me. But I honestly felt like I was saving you, in some ways. Saving you from my tight grip. Letting you grow up.
You hated me for doing what I did, and I hated me too. But it was too late. I was a hunter now. No boys, so we were eternally seperated.
Then I went on a quest. And Nico- when I saw the Mythomagic figure, I knew I had to give it to you. I missed you too much, and this would be a perfect bonding opurtunity.
It cost me my life.
Through the years, I've seen you grow up, still holding a grudge. It's dangerous for a son of Hades. I had to make you think I was reborn.
This is my apology letter.
I'm sorry for all the lies I've told. I'm sorry for keeping you close when you didn't need it, and far when you needed me. Here are the memories of us and the truth, so if you ever get a Wattpad account, you will forgive me.
Or not. After all, I deserve not to be forgiven.
