Dear Will,

My darling, my lover, my sunshine. My hope. If you're reading this it's too late to help me. I'll already be dead, the bullet in my head. There's no way you can help me. Maybe I went too far. Too late now.

It was too much. I thought they accepted you and me, and maybe they did. But only because of you. You're the Golden Boy, I'm the Nobody. They tell lies, say them straight to my face about how they love me. But they don't.

Death isn't that bad, so don't you worry your pretty little eyes. I'll be alright. I'm not going for Elysium, I've already requested to be put in the Fields of Asphodel. You won't be able to find me then.

Yours Forever,

Nico


Dear Nico,

It's been three weeks since you left. Percy and Annabeth still haven't gotten over your death, and I never will. We had your funeral last night. I swear you could hear the ghosts mourning as well.

The Aphrodite girls have already spread rumors about you being an attention whore. I know you're not. They just want gossip.

I really, really miss you.

It's kinda funny.

You hated when I talked about suicide, yet you committed it. You promised me you'd never leave, and now you're gone.

Love,

Will


Nico,

It's been two months and eight days since you left me. I sleep next to the small grave you have behind the Hades cabin. It gets cold, but I know that you're there, and it keeps me warm. It's really hard to cope without you, and I can barely manage.

I've cut once.

It was when I realized that you were truly gone, your spirit now wondering Asphodel.

It's your face that burns in my mind every night I go to sleep. Piper accused me of being clingy, which is way out of character for her. She then screamed at me for being a homo freak.

Everybody is changing, Nico, and not for the better.

It rains at Camp now.

Love,

Will


Nico,

It's been five months and three weeks since we found you with a bullet in your head.

A new camper came, she's 17, like me. Hermes claimed her last night.

Her name is Faith. She's pretty, but reminds me of you. She has the same olive coloring, the deep brown eyes, and long, wavy black hair. It almost makes me think she's you, reincarnated.

But she's too happy and you went to Asphodel.

Faith is really nice, and her first day she found me sitting next to your grave, crying. She didn't run away. She sat next to me and asked me my favorite ice cream flavor. Weird introduction, but she had me laughing within minutes.

It feels wrong to tell you about her when my heart is yours.

Xo,

Will


Nico,

7 months have passed.

Chiron has banned me from sleeping next to your grave.

Piper apologized for what she said months ago.

Nicks, Faith makes me really happy. She's bright and cheery, and I can't help but smile when I think of her.

Please forgive me.

Will


Nico,

It's been one year and 4 days.

I kissed Faith. She kissed me back. I'm so, incredibly sorry, but I need to be happy. And she makes me happy.

I hope you don't mind that I only stand next to your grave for five minutes a day now.

Faith got the Demeter kids to grow black roses and she placed them on your grave next to a picture of you.

She said you were handsome.

Will


Nico,

Five years and 36 days have gone by.

I proposed to Faith today. She said yes.

I'm really enjoying life right now, Nico.

I hope you are happy for me.

Will


Nico,

5 years and 8 months have left.

Faith and I are happily married.

We have a little girl named Isabella.

She has Faith's hair and my eyes. She's a true beauty.

I'm happy.

Will


Will,

Holding grudges is my fatal flaw.

I'm sorry for what's going to happen next.

Nico


Nico,

Seven years and 36 days.

Isabella died yesterday. She was two.

Was it you? It was, wasn't it?

I HATE YOU. She was my pride and joy. I was actually happy.

You killed her.

You murdered her in cold blood.

Will


Will,

I AM SORRY.

Love always,

Nico


Nico,

70 years and twenty eight days.

I still hate you. Faith and I lived a happy life. We didn't birth another child, for you would murder that one, too. But I lived a happy life.

Faith and I visited your grave. It's barely there, cracked and covered in mold. The black rodes are still alive.

We are sleeping here tonight. It's hard on our joints without the mattresses, but I have to respect you.

Hope you're doing well in Asphodel.

Will


My Dearest Will,

I love you and Isabella more than anything. I miss her, I miss her a lot. But I write this to you because I'm dying. I love you more than you can imagine, but my time has come. We lived long for demigods, accomplished something most don't.

I'm aiming for Elysium. I'll wait for you. But, I can hear the ghosts calling as I write this.

I love you to Tartarus and back,

Faith


My Lovely Faith,

You left me 3 weeks ago. I'm joining you soon. I hope you and Nico have met. Are you reunited with Isabella? We can reraise her in Elysium.

I must go.

But I'm coming to you. I love you, Faith.

You're my world,

Will


Will Solace died at the amazing age of 88. He died a month after his wife, Faith Lovato Solace. They were legacies at Camp, their love almost as strong and Mr. and Mrs. Percy Jackson.

The two were reunited in Elysium and they started their life over. Nico joined in (he lied about Asphodel, after all).

It wasn't a pretty reunion, but a good one nonetheless.

All of them still had the letters that held so many memories.