Nico felt a tear slip out and he quickly wiped it away, not wanting anyone to see.

Suddenly, memories flashed through his mind of times he'd cried in front of people who couldn't care less.

His breath hitched sharply, and he turned away from his friends anxiously. They wanted to reach out and hug him, but knew Nico wasn't one for physical touch.

Another part of Nico's persona that he pushed. Physical touch was his love language, but he felt the need to isolate himself to protect everyone. To rationalize the walls he'd put up.

This one-shot collection is dedicated to
you.
Because you wouldn't be here if you were mentally stable, right?
Just kidding.

This one-shot collection is dedicated to me, who
after years of trying to survive,
didn't make it out. She died somewhere along the way and
whoever I am now took her place,
to carry on stronger for her.
I hope I get everything she wanted, and more.