Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own this character. Or the series. You know who does, The Rick does.
Gay. That's what he was.
That's not the problem, is it?
He was alone. Yes, that's what the problem was.
Alone.
Bianca - Gone
Hazel - Well, she has Frank. He really didn't want to ruin her life to.
Percy - ?
Nico sighed. All I ever do is sigh.
Sigh, sigh, sigh
He lay there on his side, clad in black on his bed.
Unmoving. He really didn't know how long he had been there for. Still, unmoving.
He wanted to get up and leave.
Just vanish, to be forgotten.
Oh, how he wished he could do just that! But, he couldn't. Not a muscle twitched. He tried so hard, so very hard. He just couldn't move.
Yes, everything was so hard. It was hard to see people, it was hard to look them in the eye. It was hard to stand among other people and…..exist. It was particularly hard at camp-fires. With the happiness of others, he found pain well up in his chest. Among all the dancing and joy, the growing void and pit of hurt it nearly kills him.
It hurt, all of this hurt.
Living hurt.