AN: Hi! If you are new to me, I have a Malec story that is sort of okay and maybe you should read it. Now that I'm done with the self-promotion, here is your Solangelo!

Will's POV

I watch as Nico goes to Percy and Annabeth, curious as to what is so important that he needs to speak with them now. I notice that his hands seem more shadow than skin as he talks and frown. I know he only pushed himself so hard to save the world, but couldn't he have taken better care of himself? Honestly, I'm not sure he could survive using his powers right now. That thought doesn't sit well with me—him not surviving. If he dies, I'll never get to see the smile I remember from when Bianca was still alive. I'll never see him laugh with such utter abandon, or his eyes filled with wonder. And it almost scared me how much I want to see each of those things.

He turns back to me with a relieved look on his face. Annabeth is smiling while Percy looks perplexed, not that that is anything new. Nico catches my eye and sighs. I know he isn't exactly looking forward to spending three days in the infirmary, who would, but I'm glad he agreed to. Now I can only hope that I am able to heal him.

Nico's POV

That went better than I'd expected. I feel a little worried, telling more people about my… preference, but at the same time it is a relief to finally rid myself completely of my ridiculous crush. As I turn away, I wonder what my type is until I realize it doesn't matter. My life just isn't cut out to have love as a part of it. Kind of sad, I admit, but it is true. Who could love someone like me? If I had the option, I'd avoid me whenever possible.

I notice that my fingers seem to be fading into shadow every few seconds and frown, wondering what it'd be like to just let it consume me completely. Maybe I'll let it, but not now. I at least want to try getting better. If I can't though, I think death by shadow may not be such a bad way to go. Just to fade from existence. It sounds peaceful.

Looking up, I make contact with Will Solace's sky blue eyes. He smiles brightly and I can't help but notice how completely opposite we are. While I have to fight to not fade into the shadows, he emits light constantly. Our physical appearance is so different as well. He has blond hair and piercing blue eyes, my hair is black and my eyes are a murky brown. He is tall and beautiful, and I'm short and lanky. I frown, since when has beautiful become an adjective with which I describe him?

AN: This will be my shortest chapter, usually they are around a thousand words, I just did it to sort of get my brain rolling. Review please.