Something for Nico di Angelo... my poor baby. It'll get better.
Sometimes, it was okay, he supposed.
Of course, that was when he was halfway across the world and more focused on finding and capturing runaway spirits than on his crush.
It couldn't be more than a crush.
Sometimes, the pain was fresh, like a new battle wound- the pain hadn't set in.
Of course, that was when they were near one another, but still so, so, far away, like when they were fighting, or when they were in large groups like they were at Camp.
He had to find something else, anything else, oh gods…
Sometimes, it was so unbearable.
Of course, at this point, they were alone, or as close to alone as they could get, maybe they were with two or three other people, but still, so, so close.
Usually, he was with her, the girl he loved more than anything or anyone.
Sometimes, it wasn't there at all.
Of course, he was okay when this happened, but these moments were far and in between, so, so rare that he had to capture every single moment, but they spilled away so fast, because half the time, he wasn't aware of them at all.
Because the pain was gone, and he had other things to focus on, but then it would always, always come crashing down… worse than ever before.
Sometimes, he felt like breaking down, crying, sobbing because of it.
Of course, these moments usually came after one painful reminder that he saw him as nothing more than a stupid little brother, someone to look after, rather than anything more than friends, and it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, oh, dear Hades, it hurt.
Another one of these moments came after the incident with Cupid… he can barely look at Jason anymore, the shame and fear is overwhelming…
Sometimes, he wondered if the pain would ever go away.
Of course, once he thought that, it was like he had screamed his name- he would be brought up in a conversation, or he would turn up in person.
And then the cycle repeated, over and over and over again, seemingly endless, with no way out.