A/N: I know that this fanfic is fast-paced - I understand. But as much as I would love making Nico and Will blush and don't realise their feelings for each other until, like, eternity, then make them profess love-y dove-y sweet little nothings while some squeal at their OTP, that story would be a thousand pages. I'm simply cutting it down. But for what it's worth (I know, cliché line), Will and Nico love each other.

So, yeah, this is the end. Thank you to everyone who favourited/followed/reviewed/read. There is still one one-shot after, so you can check it out or skip it. Technically, I will consider this as the last chapter.


.: In the Shadows, In the Light :.

Epilogue

Without you, I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.


And how much love could one contain for a person?

The romance stories that became epic demanded a journey through tears, drama, and adventure. The story of friends who knew each other all their lives was a classic. Or the one when the shy person meets the jock or 'bad boy'. It involves many clichés, but with a twist to make it memorable.

Stories that dare to be unique give meaning, and hold something special that endears the mind and warms the heart.

Fortunately, Will and Nico di Angelo were two lovers who literally had a tale full of clichés. And it was not so bad; for clichés are nice and predictable. Being a demigod, you were wary of surprises. But wasn't the element of surprise good? Didn't it make you realise greater affection or less admiration? Basically, to summarise the Solangelo tale, they meet. Three days in the infirmary (or more, if Will was lucky) they quickly became friends. Months later, they become more than friends and have a relationship. Will cannot help but tease Nico. And Nico secretly liked it, but would never tell the blond that. It was their form of affection.

But to answer the question from above, love is love. You could try to express it through grand words, or even try to sense it physically, but you cannot DESCRIBE it. We have a lot of words for it - lust, fondness, attachment, heartbreaking, vulnerable. It is not only in a romantic sense, but can include familial or affectionate.

And so, "How much love could one contain for a person?"

To define the variable of 'love', we already know that you cannot exactly answer it. So the answer, in short, is ERROR. Because love is a human's error; it can be our downfall or greatest achievement. People have it and they don't. It varies.

But, here's some advice:

It's

okay

to

make

an

error.