Will - Twenty Eight

"Who was he?" Will asked as soon as Nico was alone with him. "Some stupid rich man." Nico growled almost instantly.

"That reply was to fast for him to be considered 'some stupid rich man' Nico." Will debated. Nico glared at him, his dark eyes pinkened by tears.

"Call me death." He demanded. His voice wavering.

"Why did you take that picture of the girl from the house? Did you know her?" Will continued to pressure.

Nico swallowed thickly, tears gathering in his eyes now.

"Drop it." Nico demanded.

"Nic-"

"Drop it!" Nico screamed at him,
storming off before Will could say anything else.

Alone, Will looked at the direction Nico had ran off in.

He then dug into his pocket, pulling out a crinkled photo of 4 people.

A boy who looked around Nico's age now, olive skin, sparkling brown eyes full of happiness. Then there was an older girl, same eyes, same skin, but she wore a white dress and had her thick black hair curled elegantly.

There was the mother of the children.

Then the father.

The man who had held a knife to his throat today. The man who nearly killed him if Nico hadn't interfered. . .

"Why do you look so alike?" Will muttered to himself, finding his eyes drawn to the little boy in the photo.

A/n:
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