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Summary
So how do I say goodbye to someone who's been with me for my whole dam life? You gave me my name and the color of your eyes; I see your face when I look at mine. So how do I how do I how do I say goodbye?
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"What's your name?" "Niccolò." "Well, that's too hard to pronounce so I'm just going to call you Nico."
Solangelo, starts with their friendship since they were seven. Title after the song How do I say goodbye by Dean Lewis. I know that the singer meant different meaning when he sang it, but I'm just interpreting it this way. Cancer AU. Enjoy and review.
Will POV
There was something about the new kid. I wasn't sure whether or not it was a good something, but something just stood out about the boy that could hardly speak English when he got here, but 4 months later he was just as fluent as I was. Not many people in the class really talked to him, and I didn't either. At least not at first.
After a month or so, I decided, 'Hey, why not?' So, I walked over to him.
"Hi, my name is Will."
"Hi."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Niccolò." he replied.
"Well, that's too hard to pronounce so I'm just going to call you Nico."
"Nico," he repeated.
"So, where are you from Nico?"
"Italy."
"Why did you move?"
He didn't respond, he just looked at me weird. I don't think he learned all those words yet. But I continued to talk to him. No one else did and he needed some friends. It was really hard talking to him at first because he didn't speak a lot of English and he would get confused if I talked too fast and I'm a fast talker, but as time went on, he learned more and more of the English words. When December came around, he almost never messed up at all. I remember thinking that learning a language that fast was really easy, so I asked him to teach me Italian. It wasn't easy like I thought it would be and I gave up after about five minutes.
I did pretty much all of the talking in our friendship. He liked listening. I liked talking. It worked out great for the both of us. But as the year went on, he got more and more comfortable talking and telling me stories about Italy. Although he never once mentioned his family, and me being the nosy seven-year-old child that I was, I asked him, when he said he didn't want to talk about it. I didn't really respect that as an answer and tried to get him to tell me about them later that week, he once again said that he didn't want to talk about them and he looked like he was about two seconds away from crying, so I just dropped it.
When we got into 3rd or 4th grade, even though I started out being the only one that called him Nico, everybody eventually started calling him that. No one even seemed to remember what his name actually was, but he didn't seem to have a problem with that. When we were in fourth grade, we were hardly ever seen apart. We always sat next to each other in class, and on the weekends, 99% of the time Nico would come play at my house. We never went to his, and I wasn't even sure where he lived. But that was fine with both of us.
Maybe that's why we're such good friends. We have so much in common, so we have a lot to talk about and we like the same things, like Mythomagic. But at the same time, we couldn't be more different. He was an introvert, I was not. I liked having playdates at my own house, he hated even talking about his house and family. We're enough similar to get along, but different enough so that we get along in ways like we never talk over each other.
I used to be friends with almost everyone in the class when I was in kindergarten and first grade. But once Nico came, I really only hung out with him. I didn't mind though. Nico was the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I didn't need other friends. So long as I had Nico, I would be just fine.
So of course, once we got to fifth grade, the absolute worst had to happen.
"Will, I need to tell you something." Nico said when he came up to me one day.
"What is it?" I asked. I could sense the worry in his voice and got scared.
"I'm moving." He responded.
"MOVING! Moving where?"
"We're going back to Italy."
"Why?" I asked.
"I can't say."
"How are you going to live there and go to school here?"
"Will, that's the point. I'm not going to be going to school here anymore."
"When are you leaving."
"November."
"That's only two months away."
"I know."
Those two months felt like the shortest two months of my life. Before I knew it, Nico was gone. In another country, not coming back. Nico was my only friend, and now I don't have anyone.
There's chapter one! Let me know if you like it and if there are thing I should change. I always welcome constructive criticism. Thank you so much for reading and I hope it was not a complete waste of your time. See you for chapter two!