Broken, Not Shattered

A/N: This chapter is slightly odd. It's basically just a recollection of a conversation between Nico and Erin. It also includes the quote from the description.

~Erin's POV~

The approximate hour of time I had originally intended to be a hour of alone time, is now an hour I spend getting to know Nico. We've both got our issues, but we don't let them define us. So many things, so many walls to break through.

----A recollection of earlier conversations----

"How do you cope?" I blurt out.

"Hmm....what do you mean?" Nico knows full well what I mean, I hope he's not dancing around this.

"With....everyone being dead. Your mother, and Bianca...."

"I don't 'cope', as you so loosely put it. You don't cope. You never get over it. You just walk around it. Avoidance is key, confrontation is probably better, but it hurts too damn much," I nod slowly, it makes sense. Nico continues, "Now, how do you cope with, your issues?"

"Ha!" I laugh, but it's empty and hollow. " Have you seen me flip out? I don't sleep at all. We all know I'm going to crash soon enough and die a little more inside."

"Well then, nothing like two shattered souls."

"Back it up, Nico. I'm 100% broken, 0% shattered. There IS a difference."

"What do you mean?" He questions, not fulling understanding what I mean.

"When something's shattered, there's no way in hell you're going to be able to put that thing back together. However, when so etchings broken it can be put back together. Even with just a crappy tape job." He nods. I'm glad I've got people bringing out the superglue to fix me. I could really use it.

A/N: I hate this chapter with a burning passion. Maybe I'm just tired and still super sick, but I don't like it. Not going to fix it though.

Sorry for the long break, I've been super sick (I get sick a lot, the flu was going around). Not going into to details, but I needed a break of writing.

That's all for now, I should go and take a nap or something.

With my sincerest apologies for lack of updates,

-Erin