Dear Nico,

I'm writing in candle light. I apologize, terribly, if the words are smudged or written and uncomprehendable. I'm pretty sure that isn't even a word.

But Nico, you've made it. You finally got passed all the crap that's happened and you got into school, finally. Has Annabeth helped you study? I sure hope so… You better get into a good college, I hope… Wow, now I sound like a mother. And regarding our mother, I've finally met her! Nico, she's absolutely wonderful. She's so much more than I've ever imagined. We don't see each other much, considering we're on opposite sides of The Isle of the Blest… You might not think it's that big, but Nico, it's huge. But mom… She's gorgeous, and sweet, and funny, and caring. She knows what to say, when to say it, and says it perfectly. You'll love her so much Nico, and she's so proud. But don't come too quick, you've still got the best years in front of you.

Nico, I'm so proud too. I miss you so much, and maybe one day I'll attempt to visit Camp. So, stay at camp alright? I don't want to waste my time talking to unimportant people. Please, Nico, stay in high school. I'm sure it's hard, but still, you've faced harder things I'm sure.

Well, Nico, that's one heck of a nickname, that's for sure. It's kind of catchy, though. Sir Emo of Depressingville… Haaa, what do you think they'd name me? Probably something just as outrageous. Nico, I love you, and there's no way to describe it. I miss you so much, and I'm so sorry for leaving you. Did you ever keep that statue, anyways?

And you're right, Nic, we do have some catching up to do.

I love you,

Bianca