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Chapter 8

Nico di Angelo

I watched, emotionless, as Honey came out with luggage behind her back a week later.

Annabeth looked at me in sympathy. "Nico, you should go see Hermione. We won't go for another few hours."

I clenched my fists in anger. I knew it was impossible to stay, especially with Hermione. Honey looked sad to go, too, but she said she had no problem breaking up with Ron. I almost wanted to roar in anger once I found out about it... It meant Hermione was going to get her hopes up again, and I was just going to be a friend to her.

"Nico," Percy touched my shoulder, "You should really go and talk to Hermione."

I swapped his hand away. "Fine. Don't wait up, you should start loading things to the chariot."

Thalia saluted. "Good luck, Death Boy."

I smiled weakly, "Yeah."

Once I went inside the common room, I found Hermione at the fireplace. I sat next to her and she looked happy once she saw me. I told her, "I heard that Hone broke up with Ron."

Hermione scoffed, "I couldn't care less. But, why would she do that?"

I kept quiet for a while, but decided to tell her. "We're leaving."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Today?"

"...yes," I confirmed.

Hermione bit her lower lip and wiped a lone tear that dropped from her face.

"Hermione, I'm so-"

"Sorry, I know. I am, too... for getting my hopes up when Honey broke up with Ron."

I slammed the floor, angrily. "I knew it."

"I didn't want it, too, Nico."

"I know that. As much as I hate it, you can't possibly get over him that easily."

"Nico..."

I inhaled deeply and then stood up. "See you, when I see you."

Hermione stood up, too. "Nico! Wait...!"

I glanced at her and frowned. "Yes?"

She gave me kiss on the cheek. "I swear I love you."

I cupped her cheeks and kissed her lips softly. Between the kisses I gave her, I muttered, "I love you, too."

"I won't forget you, Nico..." Hermione smiled at me.

Before I could stop it, a lone tear dropped from my eye.

Shit.


The year passed with a blur.

I couldn't face it, but I had to. Hermione was dating Ron and I was just here, alone and single. I denied it (everything of it), but I know that I wouldn't be able to be with her again. I missed her, and I regret being with her that week. Even if it had made me happy, it left a big hole in my heart (as sappy as it sounds).

But I needed to move on, anyway. My feelings for her... and a certain other, I didn't want to go back to this day again. I hate not knowing what Hermione is doing and that there was another person kissing her.

What was I supposed to do now?

Yet, as I mourned, I saw a girl. She was clearly the same age as me and a daughter of Hades. Why would she be in the Fields of Asphodel? As far as I knew, most demigods went to the Elysium.

I walked up to her and held out a hand, saying how she should come with me.

She gratefully took it. Soon after, I learned her name was Hazel. Even then, when I helped her escape, I was still unhappy. Knowing that there was a person holding the hands of my Hermione, but I guess it was a hero's job to make the citizen's happy, even if you are not.

Somehow, I knew what Hermione was thinking as I caught her and that Weasley dating. She always knew that he would be hers.

I guess I was rather broken that day.