DISCLAIMER:
I do not own the character Nico di Angelo - I am not Rick Riordan; I have not written loads of amazing books. Thank you.
I wasn't sure whether to make this a oneshot or a proper fanfiction, but I managed to decide on a oneshot. While you're here, please check out some of the other things I've written. I wrote this quite a long time ago, and I hope you enjoy it.
He sat, with his head in his hands on the wet, marshy earth beneath his muddied feet. He'd been stationed there for what he reckoned had been about two hours. Before he'd arrived at the cemetery, his mind had been clouded with thoughts – the kind of thought that arise after a person's death.
Bianca di Angelo was the only person who understood Nico. And now she was gone. As Nico started to envision the memories which he and Bianca had shared, he felt the rotting bones of the dead embedded in the soil, becoming more and more agitated. Raindrops fell from the sky, and mingled with Nico's tears, streaming down his face. Three words kept playing over and over and over and over again his mind: Bianca is dead. Bianca is dead. The words haunted him, echoing in the corners if his brain, and persisted this way, until Nico fell asleep - his head rested on the stone of a grave.
Was that too dark? I feel like it was too dark. XD. I had written an extra bit, but I didn't feel like typing it up on here. I hope you liked this; if you did, please favourite, review, and all of that schist. Don't forget to check out my other stuff!
From one of your fellow demigods,
MarshmallowSkies.