Chapter 3
Nico was sleeping in his bed when it happened. He lost the ability to sense Percy's soul.
He may as well have been stabbed, the pain in his heart was so intense. He had thought that he would never see Percy again, but the reality had never hit him, had never slammed into him so forcefully that he was left gasping for breath, before that moment. He had thought the colors were gone before, but everything just then was left hazy and blurry, as though Percy's loss had forced his eyes to cease functioning.
It wasn't long before the tears came. His face burned with the agony and the humiliation of his tears, his weakness. He shouldn't have loved Percy, a man, but his skin was left dampened with the tear tracks nonetheless. He hadn't thought it would hurt so, to lose someone he had spent so long denying his revolting attraction for. Nico couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The man he had loved had just left to Elysium, whilst he was surely damned to the Fields of Punishment for loving said man. He would never see Percy again.
That thought brought a fresh wave of tears spilling out his eyes, soaking his skin and scraping his throat with his wretched sobs. The darkness around him was distorted from the tears, and he was left swimming in blackness, unable to figure out which direction was up. He was drowning in his sorrow, struggling to catch his breath and finding nothing to ground him, to propel him towards the surface. He was well and truly lost in his misery, broken and cold. Even when he was in Tartarus, he had never felt such pain, such misery. The river Cocutys was more joyful than this moment, and even when he had been sinking into its murky depths, oxygen had been closer to his reach. He felt closer to drowning now than when he had laid at the bottom of that river and watched the current nearly steal his life away. It was ironic: then, the thing that had saved him was Percy. Now it was the thing that destroyed him.
His tears eventually lulled him back to sleep, but even his dreams had forgotten the color that Percy had brought to his life. Even in his sleep he was left blinded, robbed of his sight of virtually anything. All he saw was black, but he heard snarling behind him. He didn't know where he was, but Percy's lost seemed to have left him completely blind, stumbling among the monsters and trying to run for whatever life he had left.
Unbeknownst to Nico, Percy ran through the house of Nyx, surrounded by suffocating blackness, sprinting from the sounds of the monsters chasing him. Percy gripped Annabeth's hand harder, and colors danced across the inside of his eyelids, providing him with a rush of calm amongst the chaos.
And even while using Annabeth's hand as a lifeline, he still felt as though he was slipping into the black. He felt an unexplainable aching in his chest, that drove his thoughts to the Argo II, and Nico. He somehow wondered about the kid's wellbeing, even though he was running for his life in the literal pit of hell.
He held on to his soulmate's hand tighter, hoping both of them would survive the jump so that they could stay together. He didn't think he would be able to stand losing the colors Annabeth brought him, especially not in Tartarus.
A/N
Well, oddly enough, this story is getting more follows/faves for the amount of chapters I have written compared to all of my others... which is weird because this was just like something that struck me in the moment…
Also I made a few grammatical errors in the past few chapters and the grammar snob in me is just screaming about it so sorry about that.
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