Nico missed he's sister so much. He turned and saw her. "His eyes widen "Bianca..." She smiled and opened her arms to him, in which he accepted gladly. He held her so tightly... like she was about to slip away . And she held him just as tight and they feel to their knees. He hadn't been able to touch her for so long...  always slipping through like the ghost she was.  He hadn't been able to talk to her ether.. He looked up to her, longing to hear her voice one... just one more time...

But he couldn't.

   She was already gone.

Nico stood up gasping and shivering.

   It was a dream... It... she was only a dream. Nico felt so alone in that moment felt so alone... He could feel his shoulders shake, a soft snore echoed through Nico froze, then slowly turned toured the source of the noise. And relaxed when he saw that it was Will. Snorting when he remembered that he refused to leave. Then thought back to the dream and his eyes began to burn no... no not here not where Will might see. He felt himself already fade away into the shadows.

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Will Solaces blinked his eyes and saw the last of Nico fade away into the abyss. "Dammit Nico..."

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   Nico looked up to the stars in the small clearing gasping in pain.

Pain was good though, it kept him distracted.  Just as he relaxed into the soft, wild thick grass. Nico heard someone say jokingly "you just can't keep still, can you?" Nico turned and saw Will with a big smile on his face,

   That faded away when he saw Nico's face. Nico looked so... broken, he looked so full of grief, he seemed to be so full of loss... Will sighed, then sat down next to him and not even looking at him said "this is about your sister... isn't it?" Will didn't really say this like a question, more like a statement. Nico's eyes widen in shock his head turned  towards him so fast you could almost hear it almost snapped "wh-what? how did you-" Will looked towards him is eyes glassy "because you had the same look on your face yesterday when you talked about your sister yesterday" And with that they both shattered. 

About the war

About the suffering

And about the loss...  

~

This life is filled with grief and there is nothing to fear more then loss. Rather it be the loss of a mother's love for the child's father, loss of a friend, loss of ones innocence, or loss of ones own life. It is not change we fear but what will be demanded of us when the time comes and the time always comes. God is not the constant, but the struggle is.   

~mom