Labels. They're everywhere. Some labels are important. Like on medicine, food, and buildings. Those are the kinds we need to help function easily. But other labels... sometimes we just don't need them. We don't really need labels like biological, transgender, or genderqueer. Not for human beings, at least. All those labels do are bring people down. Society refuses to let a person be who they want. They refuse to see past the labels. I don't want anyone to look at my labels. I just need them to look at me. ||| ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN ||| ||| THIS IS A TRANS AU ||| ||| FLUFF WARNING, YO! |||

Mute, silent, and alone. That's how I feel most of the time. Mute, because I can't talk. I can't voice an opinion or cry out in pain or frustration. Silent, because nobody seems to care. It's like I'm not even noticeable when I walk in a room sometimes. Alone, because there's nobody for me. My friends end up ditching me, always. I don't want to feel like this, and a mysterious stranger seems to have the same thoughts about my emotions. Mute, heard, and happy. ||| I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS, ALL CREDITS TO RICK RIORDAN |||

Nico Di Angelo wants to die. He opened up to his ex best friend, Octavian about how he was feeling, only to be betrayed. His voice is what ruined it the first time, he wasn't going to let it happen again. Nico Di Angelo is wants to die, and he has a plan. **SUICIDE AND SELF HARM**