(A/N:) Hi people! This was originally a vocab story for my English class. Therefore, there may be some big words that you don't know. And that's alright! No worries! But, try to stick through the story till the end please? I don't plan on continuing this, this was really just a spur of the moment thing, but if I get good feedback and I receive more angsty vibes I may add stuff to it. To be honest, I like it as it is. Enjoy!~ And of course. Reviews are always welcome. :)
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There is no comfort among the living. There is no life among the dead. Forever hateful, always sinning. Drowning with a heart of lead.
"There is a fallacy in your hopes, in your very dreams. The error is that you are simply too hopeful. That ending, too perfect. Those faces, too happy. Your friends laugh and tease each other facetiously. The war is over. You gloss over it. You make it seem as if it were facile. You want to know what's facile? Hoping, dreaming, pretending that everything is fine. It's not? Maybe in some instances. But all it is, is an escape. You're such a coward. You fraternized with the enemy before the others found out. 'One of them is your sister' is your excuse. And now look. You're alone. Nobody trusted you. Nobody should trust you. To be frank, how could you expect things to be different? This is your life. You're the spawn of the Underworld and it will stay that way. Your father is not welcome on Olympus. Why would you be welcome at the camp? Your father has a throne at Olympus. You have a cabin at camp. Fair enough. It doesn't matter though. There is no frenetic, pyromaniac tinkerer. There is no caring daughter of Aphrodite. There is no intelligent, needed daughter of Athena. There is no shape-shifting, Asian-Canadian son of Mars. There is no fractious yet caring satyr with a club. Your sister is too busy with her boyfriend(unlike you, you have no significant other) and New Rome to care about you. There is no desire to interrupt her life there. There is no comfort among the living. The only one who knows your secret has sought you out. And yet you run away. You can be so fastidious. Why not see him? The only person who seems to care. Then again. He has a girlfriend. Why should he waste his time on you? You think your secret is so flagrant but is it? This isn't the 40's Nico. It's a completely different century. Then again, your crush is in a relationship. Now that you've been alone, your face goes florid every time you think about them. It makes Eros laugh. You dream about their eyes and how they're jewels of the sea. You dream about their body. Look, there's that blush again. You dream about their smile. You dream about their melodic and fluid voice-"
Nico cut them off with a shout as he woke up. He screamed and grabbed his sword. He swung at the nearest object, a rock, and was jolted to his senses as the energy ran up his arm in sharp vibrations. His screams were feral as he pulled at his hair and collapsed onto his knees. The dreams wouldn't stop. The voices wouldn't stop. The visions wouldn't stop. Tears streamed down his face as he sunk deeper and deeper into the despair that filled his soul. His lungs were filling with sobs and were drowning him in his sorrow and desperation. The cries echoed into the previously silent night and the darkness swallowed up the little prince again. All alone in a world that has left him behind.
There is no comfort among the living. There is no love among the dead. Forever hated, yet always giving. They're never dead inside your head.