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I do not own the character Will Solace, or Nico di Angelo - I am not Rick Riordan; I have not written loads of amazing books. Thank you.
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Will Solace breathed on the glass of his blue-rimmed glasses. He opened the shutters on the window, then closed them again. He fixed the picture on his wall, and he tapped his pencil on his notebook. Will had to keep his mind busy during his 5-minute break. He couldn't risk another break-down while thinking back on aspects of the past – while thinking back on what happened to Nico. Will chided himself for being so weak. It's been a month now, he said to himself. The past is in the past. Get over it already. But he couldn't. 1 month, 2 days, 3 hours and 23 minutes had passed since Nico had died, but the pain was still fresh to Will. The memory echoed in the corners of his brain – he relived holding Nico in his arms, as he wheezed out a dying breath. He relived tears dropping onto Nico's pale face. He relived the pain of Nico Di Angelo's death every single day.
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