WARNING: I'm not sure yet, but it might get a little angsty... so yeah.

THIS IS AN AU ONE SHOT.

**Will's P.O.V.**

I look at my wrist as I walked to my aparment.

A person's wrist is where their soul mates last words to you the day you die are written. You get them as soon as your born.

Most of the time, they're sentences. But mine was only one word.

Sorry.

Now, all my life I've been thinking what that could mean. There's a lot of ways "sorry" could happen.

But I can't worry about that.

Because today, I need all of my courage and strenght. I need everything I have to do the one thing I've wanted to do almost forever.

Ask Nico di Angelo, my roommate, out.

Nico's a strange one. He's small, extremely skinny, and his wrists are blank. Both of them. He doesn't have words.

Nico hints that there's something wrong with him, that he thinks he's messed up. It gets to him... he thinks he'll never find love.

Well, guess again, Nico!

I march into the apartment, take deep breathes, and walk right in to Nico's room.

The first thing that hits me is the smell.

And all I can do is stare as I look at the sight.

Nico... blood... pouring from his stomach... knife on the floor.

I look on his bed to see a single thing.

A note.

But I can't move. I can't do anything but stare as Nico's eyes slowly open. He looks directly at me.

I take in the smell of blood. It hurts my lungs. I want to vomit out the smell of Nico's blood. It doesn't belong spewed out in a room. His blood belongs inside him.

Nico gives me a small smile. "Will, I love you," he said.

I wanted to shout that I love him. To ask why he did this? Why this happened?

But I couldn't. All I could do was stare at the scent of blood overcame me. My eyes started to water.

I let out a small sound. Not a word, just a sound.

"Sorry," Nico said, still smiling at me.

He closed his eyes.

And I knew he was at rest.

But did I call the cops? Hell no!

I ran up to him, cradling his bloody chest in my arms. I took his wrists and I kissed them until my lips hurt. I let my tears flow down my cheeks and slip onto his skin.

I couldn't talk no matter how much I tried. I wanted to shout his name, to shout swears at any God that every existed for letting this happen.

He was the most special person in the world.

And now he was the most special person in heaven.

I stood up, carrying Nico's body to the bed. Grabbing the note.

Only to find those same words he told me.

I love you Will...

Sorry.

Why did he do this? What was the reason?

The only thing I could ever imagine was when we first met... he... he had horrible depression. Tiny things really got to him.

And he never told me why.

I tried to wipe away as many tears from my face as possible.

But there were too many.

I felt the note slip out of my hands, onto the floor. I looked at my wrist. At Nico's last words.

They were different now. As if his last words were written in blood.

Still unable to talk, I got next to Nico's body in the bed.

And just layed there.

Unmoving.

Silent.

Caring.

Together.

Forever.

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(A/N) Good?

No?

Okay?

Okay....

Yeah, I don't think angst is really my thing in one shots, but I saw this idea on Pinterest and was like:

*GASP* I must do something like that!

So yeah... um...

Yeah...

Bye!

-Rose DA