Third Person POV

Antonio looked down lovingly at his lover, Lovino, who he was straddling. The smaller man had a euphoric smile on his face, a smile that was hard to bring out. That smile brought a twinge of guilt to Antonio.

Lovino opened his eyes in question, "Why did you stop? Antonio?"

Antonio's eyes glazed over and he rolled off of his lover and smiled apologetically. Antonio got off the bed and grabbed some pants on the way out, tugging them on as he left the room. Before he shut the door, he turned around and stated "Lociento, Lovi." sadly.

Antonio shut the door. Lovino listened to the soft footsteps of the man he loved pad down the hallway. The young Italian slid, dazed, from his bed and turned off the stereo that had been tinkling out soft Italian music.

Lovino felt his chest tighten uncomfortably and a small hick rose up and out of his through. Suddenly, Lovino fell to his knees in a sobbing fit. Antonio's actions stacked more bricks onto the large wall of assumption that had been building up inside of Lovino of weeks now.

Antonio's cheating on me, isn't he?

Antonio POV

"Damn it!" I said aloud as I paced across my room in frustration. I promised myself I wouldn't let this hurt Lovino! Damn it!

The phone on my nightstand started ringing, and I rushed over to pick it up before Lovino did.

"Hola. May I ask who is speaking?"

"Antonioooooooooo…." The woman on the other line purred. I grimaced.

"Chantal! How'd you get my home number? I though I asked you to call my cell." The fake smile in my voice was fading towards the end of my statement. Dear God, if Lovino had picked up the phone…

"-did but some random guy named Lovino picked up. Is that you little brother? He told me that you were busy. He had a funny accent. It was actually really hot… Anyway, he sounded kinda mad and-"

"Wait, wait, wait! You called my cell phone and Lovino picked up? When the hell did-"

Knock, knock. "Antonio! Who're you talking to? Keep it down bastard! I'm trying to s-sleep. Damn it…" I could hear Lovino's voice crack and then his footsteps as he retreated to his room.

I panicked. "Ahh, umm. Chantal, I'm gonna hafta call you back! Please don't call this number anymore." Click. "Lovino!"

I scramble to the door and yank it open, still yelling for Lovino to wait. I barely saw Lovino as he slammed his door shut and locked it. "Lovino let me explain!" I knocked on the door redundantly. "Lovino, are you even going to hear my side? Lovino!"

All was silent on the other side of the door.

"Damn it, Lovino. She's one of my new coworkers! I swear! You don't think I'm cheating on you, do you? That'd be ridiculous! Lovi-"

CRASH! Something smashed into the door and shattered. "Lovino!?"

"Just go a-away, bastard! I need to be a-alone for a while, 'Antoooooooooo.'" Lovino mocked the voice of the damned woman and I knew he had listened in on our conversation. His voice sounded pained and it stabbed my heart, figuratively. I put my back to the door and slid down until my butt hit the ground.

Damn it!

Lovino POV

No. No, no, no, no, no!

Antonio's begging voice traveled under the door and crept to my ears, pulling at my heart.

I actually loved him!

"-That'd be ridiculous! Lovi-"

I grasped the vase on my nightstand and hurled it at my door; it shattered and fell to the hardwood flooring. Just shut up, you bastard! "Just go a-away, bastard! I need to be a-alone for a while," I turned my voice to mock the woman I'd heard on the phone with Toni (which was rather difficult), "'Antonioooooooooo.'"

All was quiet on the other side of the door. With a shuffle of feet and a thump, Antonio slid down and sat in front of my door.

No, no, no, no, no. I lo- I ha-… I can't say it. You've broken my heart, you bastard.

My chest and my head hurt. Screw it, my entire fucking being hurt. Tears built up in my eyes and threatened to spill, but I buried my face in a mound of pillows, drying the tears. I screamed into the pillow as loud as I could. "I really loved that bastard, didn't I?" I asked myself aloud.

So this is how much it took for me to realize just how much I loved the bastard…

I curl up under my thick green comforter and try to sleep, but it evades me. I lay, staring at the ceiling, crying silent tears.

Sleep hates me. I crawl out of my bed and search out a pencil and a sketch pad. I scribble for a while getting used to the pencil. I draw the beautiful face of Antonio, crying at bit, and then next to him I draw how I imagine that woman. She's quite pretty, and petite; plain eyes and curly reddish brown hair. She has a nicely proportioned body besides small wrists and ankles. I hate her.

I scribble out her face and give her devil horns and a tail. I write 'FUCK YOU' across the entire page, then rip it out and crumple it up. I throw it into the small trashcan by the door, but I miss and it hits the door. Antonio jolts and calls out my name.

No.

I draw Antonio in as many ways as I can think of until I drift off into sleep.

Thank you! I feel kind of bad for writing this. Only because I doubt I'll continue it… I hate that about me. I can never finish anything that's drawn out. I can write a one shot, sure. But I never seem to… Bah, whatever. If you like my story, tell me so! I love to read words of encouragement! I'll even read a comment that's totally chewing me out! I you think I should change something, please say so; and I'll try to incorporate into the next chapter (if I write one!). Who will Lovino go to in his time of despair? Maybe you'll find out! Ta!