Hi guys! so my first fic and hopefully a multi-chap, enjoy!
He sat at the back booth coffee in hand, staring out at the cold grey sky. His name is Lovino Vargas,the moody 16-year-old Italian. He took a sip of his coffee as the next person was called to stage of the coffee house poetry reading. Looking to see who had been called he found himself peering into the most gorgeous emerald eyes he had ever seen. Antonio his boyfriend was going up on stage. He started reading and Lovi was lost in his voice.
His voice is like hon- what am i thinking! Chingi I need some sleep. thought Lovino shaking his head. But even though he was another man his soft curly coco hair and his tan skin attracted Lovino. Getting up and placing some bills on the table he left the cafe and started to walk home. The crisp autumn air was biting at his ears and nose making him pull his scarf up a bit.
Once at home he put his things on the counter of his apartment and went to the bathroom. Inside he took out a small box labeled 'not yours tomato bastard' and opened it, in the box their were his razors, his most treasured objects. Pulling up his sleeve and taking one out he dragged it across his arm. Blood. Pain. Release. What more could he ask for?
He cut again and again, bleeding all over the carpet. 'damn that not going to come out... it was ugly anyway' He cursed himself for being so careless with the mess. Stomach lurching he steadied himself on the counted vision fading around the edges.. Darkness... Then nothing.
SPAMANO! sorry for the super shortness of this one the next one will be longer.