My first Spamano fanfic! This chapter is short so just think of it as a prologue.
December 6 – 8:00 pm PST
Antonio hated it when they fought. It was happening a lot frequently the past few weeks. The yelling, the endless fear of what could start a fight next, the way they couldn't look each other inside the eye for days at a time…
His forehead rested on the recently slammed bedroom door. On the other side, his boyfriend laid in bed under the sheets; probably sleeping off the argument they just had.
The lanky man shuffled his feet down the hallway and gazed down from the banister to the foyer.
Only minutes before, Lovino had walked in. He was always stressed out: fidgety movements; pacing about the floor; and seemed to rush to and fro each place he went. This evening wasn't different.
Antonio slowly stepped down the banister and moved to the kitchen. A cold mug of coffee sat lonely on the countertops. He picked up the mug and put it to his mouth, his lips brushing against the rim.
His eyes glided to the clock on the wall.
8:03 pm
He put down the coffee, snatched a jacket from a chair in the living room, and sprinted out the door.
December 7 – 9:45 am PST
The first thing Lovino noticed was that the sun was aiming its rays directly at his face. The curtains were wide open as he had fell asleep without closing them.
The second thing he noticed was the absence of another person in bed with him. Not that he minded having a whole bed to himself, but even after they fought, Antonio would still sneak in to the room in the middle of the night to cuddle in the morning. It was the perfect way to make up after some silly fight.
But he wasn't there and they hadn't made up.
Lovino quickly got out of bed and made his way to the guest bedrooms, in case Antonio decided to sleep there instead.
All were empty.
Stomping down the stairwell, he stared at the cold coffee sitting still as it was from yesterday. With almost inhuman speed, Lovino checked and double checked all the rooms in the house.
Wait, he thought, it's the weekday so he has to be at work.
Out of breath, he dumps the coffee out into the sink and slowly washes it.
Several seconds later, he gets a text. It's from Francais:
F: Do you know where Toni is?
L: No, why?
F: He didn't show up for work.
