Hi~ so here is another angsty Spamano fanfic which has been in the making for like...a decade lmao.
So...I wrote this shit because I was feelin angsty AF. I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE for the pain I'm about to inflict on these characters (I do not own) and those with feeeeeeels.
Enjoy :3
Antonio groaned as he pulled his covers over his head, shielding his eyes from the rising sun. A few more hours of sleep would've been nice but it seemed impossible as it had become a conscious habit for the past 3 years of his life.
He layed under the covers with a blank mind as tears trailed across his cheeks and soaking the pillow, which had accompanied his waking habits at sunrise. He eventually got up and freshened up, then when he was finished, he headed for the kitchen for something to fill his growling stomach as he turned on his phone only for it to go off buzzing after a few days of neglect.
Antonio began scrolling through his messages. Though he wouldn't bother replying as most of them were concerns from friends, colleagues and family and he had grown tired of replying with lies to what he actually felt.
As he was about to shut messenger off, a message came through from Feliciano, asking if he was going to visit his brother, Lovino, today. Antonio pondered for a moment at the question before opening up his planner.
"So today's the day...hmm?" He mumbled to him self as a long sigh was let out.
To be continued...