A/N this is an alternative ending to a one shot written by IWrteFicNotTragedies it's a Solangelo one shot story that you can read if you want to know the actual ending of the fic or if you just ship Solangelo and you want to read fanfics for it.

-What do you do when you're born with a curse that demands you wear your heart on your sleeve when you don't even believe that it's your true heart that's showing through?

Percy always told him that he had it easy. That he was lucky because there couldn't possibly be that many people with the last name 'Solace' in the world. He always grinned and looked at his own arm, "And there aren't many people with the last name 'Chase' either. I guess we're both lucky. It won't be hard at all to find our soulmates."

Percy was right, in some ways, because it was better than searching for a needle in a haystack, but Nico always cursed the name scrawled onto his skin in a rushed mix of cursive and print for not being 'Jackson.' So, he thought it was more like a curse. He was sure that it was a curse.

-What are you supposed to say when your heart is shattered into a million pieces because another's is whole?

Percy met Annabeth on a bus and when he barreled into Jason and Nico's apartment and immediately started babbling about a beautiful blonde (he'd blown off work without a second thought and told her that he was headed to the museum too), Nico had put on a smile and pretended the story didn't bother him. He'd acted like he wasn't wishing for it to have been him. He still didn't have her last name, and Nico hated the tiny part of him that was comforted by the fact that it might have not been Chase, and that she'd been wearing a long-sleeved sweater. Percy did have her number, though, and they were going out together this Saturday. But of course her last name was Chase, and of course the name jotted across her skin was 'Jackson,' in bold, messy handwriting that looked like it was waiting for the right moment to make a run for it off the side of the page- or a delicate wrist, in this case. Nico ended up saying, "That's great, Percy," in a voice that was so choked, his only option was to pretend to cry tears of happiness, when really, the sight of that ring on Annabeth's finger made him sick.

-What can you do to numb a broken spirit? Nico didn't know, but he figured he could find the answers in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. The only problem with that was that it only worked for a little while. So he did it over and over and over again to make it last just a little bit longer. His friends were worried about him, he snarled that they didn't have to be. He didn't believe himself, though. He was a mess and he knew it. Hung up over a boy he could never have and throwing himself away because of it. Nico snorted disdainfully and sunk down on his bar stool, throwing back another shot.

-What goes through your mind when you wake up in an unfamiliar place with sounds of machines beeping and a pair of equally unfamiliar blue eyes to greet you? Turns out, it's something along the lines of, Cazzo, if you're Italian-which Nico is-because he also had a tube down his throat and he quickly found that his hands were being restrained against the bed, probably so he couldn't remove it, which was exactly what he'd been about to attempt. "Cazzo," he choked because he felt that the thought needed to be expressed out loud, and then immediately regretted it because talking with a tube down your throat isn't the most pleasant thing. "Nico! I thought..." And then he squeezed his eyes shut and whispered it again because that was the voice of the very person he'd been trying to forget, and he was holding his hand and it was all too much. Someone was tsking to his left, "...much alcohol. Were you trying to kill yourself?" The tone was soft and sad and concerned, but the words themselves made him flinch. Nico opened his eyes and looked up to find a nurse with blonde hair and too many freckles to count. He looked like the type of person who never stopped smiling, except right now he was frowning deeply, a furrow between his eyebrows as he undid the restraints, warning Nico not to touch the tube. "How are you feeling?" Nico snorted, "Like death. What happened?" The nurse pursed his pretty lips and shifted from foot to foot, "Alcohol poisoning. You're going to have to be in here for a while, Mr..." "Di Angelo," Nico finished for him, and the nurse, who had been adjusting some sort of cord that draped from a machine, froze and looked up at him abruptly with an intensity that didn't seem to match the occasion. He slowly drew away from the machine he'd been tending to and inched closer to the bed like he was approaching a wild animal, "Can I see your wrist?" Nico, suddenly feeling defensive for no particular reason, recoiled from him. "Why?" The nurse quickly rolled up the sleeves of the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing under his scrubs. Nico choked, closed his eyes, opened them again. it was still there. Di Angelo, printed in his own cramped handwriting. "What's your last name?" "Solace." Solace. Nico's hand caught on his wrist, finger wearing away at the writing that was still hidden from view beneath the blankets. "He's your soulmate," Percy gasped, and Nico nodded, feeling dazed, not knowing where to look. "Yeah... He is... He's..." His voice hitched and his eyes caught on Will's. Someone like that, so kind and beautiful, didn't deserve the kind of baggage Nico came with, so he reached out and grabbed his hand, giving him a fiercely serious face, "He deserves better. Not me." "No-" Will started, but Nico cut him off, voice choked, "No, just believe me. You don't want... Just believe me."

- What happens when your curse suddenly has a name, a face? How are you supposed to feel when he has kind eyes and gentle hands and never, not once, does he stop smiling and joking with you? When, no matter how you avoid his eyes or keep your answers to questions curt and emotionless, he never gives up? Nico fell in love, and on that last day, he almost did something stupid. Something like telling him, like asking him out. Like dooming him to a life of the misery that was Nico di Angelo. Instead, he did something much, much worse: he left without even a goodbye and doomed himself to a life without Will Solace.

-What happens when Nico does something he knew he would hate? He didn't want to go to Percy's house for a Christmas party but yet he went because he still couldn't say no to Percy.  He told himself he would try to be social but he just sat in the corner drinking eggnog. He told himself that he wasn't missing anyone but he was. He though he would never see them again, that he was doomed to a life without him. A life without Will Solace. He was wrong. When he got to the party, the first thing he saw when he opened the door, was Will Solace his soulmate, his curse.

Nico didn't do anything at first. He just stood there and looked at Will. The man he thought he walked out on and left. The man he wasn't good enough for and left so that Will could  find someone better, someone worthy. He didn't know what Will was doing their but he knew that he couldn't stay. He told himself to go, but he never listened. Instead he continued to keep looking at him, his soulmate, the one he thought he would never see again and now that he was, he could never look away. His golden hair, his beautiful blue eyes, his warm smile, all of it he missed. He was still beautiful. Then Nico remembered, all the reasons he stayed away from Will Solace. Will was the best thing on Earth, he was kind and caring and beautiful and didn't deserve to be stick with a guy like him. A guy who was still hung up on someone he could never have.  A guy who wasn't good enough, wasn't kind enough, wasn't as good looking, didn't have his life completely together, that was Nico di Angelo. A lousy persona and a lousy soulmate. Before he could do anything else, Nico walked away, like he always did, without looking back.

Will didn't let that happen. Before Nico could get  far Will grabbed his wrist and told him to wait.
"You can't keep doing this," he said.
"You can't keep running away from everything. I know you already have your own opinion on us and you don't think your good enough but, shouldn't we at least try. Shouldn't I at least a chance to prove you wrong?" Will asked turning to look at Nico with tears in his eyes.

-What do you do when you have to confront the thing you've been running from, your curse? Do you run and hide? Stand up and face it head on? Nico didn't know the answer, so he just stood there looking at him. Will now had slight tears in his eyes and it made Nico's heart melt. It brought him back to when he was in the hospital and Will was looking out for him, it reminded him of his gentle hands and smiles and most importantly, leaving without a goodbye. It was that look that broke Nico. That one look that changed everything, it made Nico's walls comedown and allowed tears of his own to fall.
"How can you be so sure," asked Nico, "How can you be sure that this won't end with you being disappointed and me getting a broken heart as soon as you realize that I'm right?"
Will stepped closer to Nico and then looked him straight in the eye and said, "I have faith in us Nico. I've had faith in us even when you didn't and I promise you Nico, I will never hurt you and I will never leave you like that, ever. I love you and I want to be with."
Nico looked at him and gave a small smile.

-What happens when Nico agrees to give things a try and Will never breaks his promise?