It's Wednesday. Feliciano always goes to see him on Wednesdays.

3:00

Tires squeal and he jumps out, the car never completely stopping as it drops him off. The bright red automobile speeds away, and he waves. Lovino never likes to stay long. He never liked Ludwig. Feliciano brushes the auburn bangs from in front of his eyes and starts walking to their weekly rondezvous point.

3:20

The sun is shining as he strolls down the path, taking a swig from his water bottle every once in awhile. The textbooks in his backpack weigh down his shoulders and make them hurt, but he's almost there, so no worries. He's secretly thankful Kiku can't come. It will just be him and Ludwig. It's been a long time since they've talked one on one.

3:30

He reaches the field, marvelling at the butterflies that flutter among the colourful flowers. Summer really is beautiful. Ludwig is under the willow tree, waiting for him like he always is. Feliciano's heart skips a beat and he runs over to see him, tripping slightly on the way over. He shrugs his backpack off and rolls his aching shoulders.

"Hello, Ludwig!" He greets, smiling from ear to ear. This is the best part of his week.

3:40

He does his homework, splayed on his stomach. The maths book is laid out in front of him, pages flapping slightly in the breeze. He looks up from his work. "Ludwig, I don't get this. Help me?"

"..."

"Oh. Right." When they sit together under willow, like they did back then...well, sometimes Feliciano forgets.

4:40

He's finally done with his homework. He's talking to Ludwig about everything and nothing, absent-mindedly playing with the grass as he does so. He curls it around his finger, but it snaps because it is frail. He frowns and starts playing with another piece. The patch Feliciano sits on every week is rapidly becoming more and more bare.

4:50

"Remember when we used to attend classes together, Ludwig? It was so much fun! Sure, the teachers were mean and some of the kids looked at us weird, but it was fun!" he frowns slightly, pondering for a moment. His expression becomes more sombre.
"They beat me up again. Scott and his friends. They found me in the bathroom. Gave me this black eye, too. Can you see it?" He pointed to his eye, smiling sadly.

"You always used to protect me from him– from them– but you don't go to the school anymore." He's silent for a moment.

"I miss you, Ludwig."

5:30

He finds himself drifting between the waking world and sleep, barely able to keep his eyes open. He wants to talk to Ludwig more, but he's so tired. He knows he'll wake up in the back seat of the car with a blanket over him, an angry Lovino muttering about him falling asleep under the willow again. But Feliciano doesn't mind.

"Goodnight, Ludwig. Te amo."

He curls up next to the gravestone and lets sleep overtake him.


Wah, this is so terrible. But the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Sorry for the strange mix of British and American spelling, but for some reason the program I use to write is stuck on British spellcheck and those red lines annoy me to no end.