I used to think of death as something peaceful, something I could accept when I got old enough and be happy with my life when it was time. It took me three days at a summer camp to realize nothing was less true. At least for me. Camp Halfblood, apparently most people arrive either running from attack or in the middle of the night in secret. I just walked in with my duffle bag in the middle of June ready for some marshmallows and capture the flag, something I was most definitely not ready for. You'll see later.
I should probably explain more first, mostly why I'm here. I would say it's a long story, but... ima take a quick trip through the fourth wall and say, my 'dramatic' backstory'll take one chapter tops.
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Welcome to the book! Before you get too far in i want to repeat the trigger warnings for anyone with sensitivities towards certain topics:
SH, Suicidal thoughts, SA, general violence
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Timore NICO DI ANGELO X OC (male)
FanfictionFear, people use this to their advantage, to manipulate people, to get things from others. It also works against ourselves, making us give up, do things we regret. Mika's fear grows every day and has almost consumed him multiple times. A few days at...
