"NICO!"
Will ran up to me, his face and body battered and bruised, chunks of hair missing and ripped up clothes, but to me he had never looked more beautiful. "I would get up to hug you if I could." I said, my body was still harnessed in, but I could sit up. He laughed. I always felt successful when I made him laugh, instead of the other way around. "Why are you tied down too?" I tried to make him laugh again. "So I don't kill myself or something."
His smile turned into a frown. "Nico. No. It's not something you can joke about." I had failed. I felt like I was about to cry. Will wrapped his warm arms around me, burring his face in my hair. We stayed like that for a while. I laughed.
"I'll go talk to Chiron about the ropes, ok?" I nodded and he walked away. He looked as handsome as ever, even with missing hair.
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General FictionHi! This is my first book, but I've spent months on it, so it should be good. It's rated mature because of self-harm, suicide references and attempts, language, eating disorders and just overall 12+ content. Thanks for Reading!!!
