NICO
It's disorientating thinking about Will. Thinking about how open I've been with him. How unlike me it is.
My whole body still fights it. It doesn't sit well with me. Years of homophobia drilled into me. It takes everything I have to ignore it.
I start to hear the voices again. The few remaining. I consider going to Will to ask for help again, but I don't. I'm pretty sure there's only a few less, and I can handle it.
I sit on the floor, and rest my hands on my knees. I start speaking in Latin, a couple sentences in Italian. I work through the remaining souls hovering around me.
My head feels heavy, but I push through. I'm on the final one, and I just finish, when an overwhelming ache takes over my head. I black out.
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Will and Nico
FanfictionTaking it back to the roots. Your classic slow burn take on solangelo. Enjoy x (A stand-alone story)
