"I'll do my best. I promise that."
But he lied.
He didn't even try.
"I shouldn't have trusted you."
Nico should have known. He should have known the moment it happened.
"Go away! I hate you! I wish you were dead!"
His heart was still there. He could feel it every time he breathed, a stabbing pain. It was still there, even though she was not.
He wished so much for the pain to go away. He wished that his heart could simply disappear, so he could stop feeling.
Feeling this pain, this grief, this anger.
This heartbreak.
Percy Jackson.
That name. It sent a spasm of pain to his heart. His battered and broken heart.
And yet.
Each time he heard it, spoke it, even thought it, the world seemed to brighten, just for a fraction of a second. In tandem with the agonizing palpitations in his chest.
It was all so confusing.
He didn't know what to think.
So he didn't think about it at all.
Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan.
