Ever since I met Nico di Angelo my nightmares have become more frequent. For a few years, I would have my nightmares put on repeat; like a tv show that ended and all they show are reruns. Now I get a new nightmare every single night.

After a week,  I finally finish my story. The ending is sad and if my parents found out they would probably flip. I'm going to keep my story to myself sadly, because the only person that I want to hear it, can't be reached.

Well I got out of piano lessons by agreeing to go with my dad to the hospital again. I stop by Nico's door and my breath is taken away.

On the wall is nine paintings. The first one shows the demon causing havoc with another demon. The second one shows the gates of hell. The third one shows a fallen angel in hell. The fourth one shows the demon taking the angel to shelter. The fifth one shows a bunch of demons arguing. The sixth one shows the angel sleeping and the demon watching over him. The seventh one shows two other demons flying after the demon, who has the angel in his arms. The eighth one shows both of them in a cave, kissing. The ninth one shows the angel flying the demon out of hell.

Nico is painting the tenth one now. I stand in the doorway watching him. He turns around and walks towards me. He stops right in front of me. He touches my chest with his hand. Then he slides his hand up to my face. His hands are small, delicate, and cold. He puts his other hand on my face and is staring into my eyes. I know that he can't see me or hear me. I wish that he could. His paintings and my story go perfectly together.

He lets go and walks back over to his painting. Smiling sadly I walk away. I'll see him again, but he'll never see me, ever.