She was gone.
The reality of the matter hit Nico like a sucker punch to the stomach.
Bianca was never coming back.
He was alone.
Nico looked around the dark walls of the underground labrynth he stood in. Shades haunted the area, moaning in despair as they floated around aimlessly. Right now, Nico felt like one of those shades. Without Bianca, what was the purpose of his life?
Nico couldn't take it anymore. He snapped his fingers, and the shades disappeared. Then he fell to the ground. He caught himself with his hands and knees, but he was shaking. Moisture fell from his eyes and dampened the hard, cold ground of Underworld. He hadn't been strong enough to save her. He couldn't do anything to save Bianca now.
Bianca was never coming back.
He was alone.
