Hello~
This was one of my first fanfictions and my first completed one XD
This is the beginning of a week series each day a new story for different pairings... first Monday and Spamano~
Lovino stood by the window facing the twisted broken front fence of the old ancient brick house. He watched in silence his warm breath frosting the icy glass, eyes tired, worn.
It was Monday. To any other, Monday meant that the weekend had finished and a week at work was imminent. To Lovino, Monday meant another week had passed. Twenty three... Twenty three weeks ago Lovino had begun to count Mondays. Night and day he stood by the window and even as autumn fell into winter he waited by the glass, eyes always searching for something, someone who was never coming back.
Feliciano tried so hard to reach him in the first Mondays always comforting him talking to him soothing his heartbreaking nightmares but as time stumbled on Feli's own heart suffered. one night Feli snapped:
"He's not coming back." Feliciano cried watching as Lovino spent another Monday waiting by the front window half shrouded by the cream coloured curtain. "He never will." Lovino didn't respond. If he responded then it would mean in some way he had accepted it.
He could never accept it.
"Lovi..."
Lovino squeezed his eyes tightly he knew what was coming but no he didn't want to hear it.
"Shut up Feliciano! Just shut the fuck up!" Feli closed his eyes slightly wet.
"I'm sorry, Lovi..." Feliciano stood from the sofa his eyes downcast. "I can't watch you like this anymore!"
Ludwig came to pick up the last of Feliciano's things seventeen Mondays ago.
Lovino barely noticed.
Fourteen Mondays ago the news stopped reporting about the shooting at the small fruit store and as soon as the reporters stopped retelling the tragic tale, everyone stopped caring, everyone except Lovino. Lovino clenched his teeth, bitter tears flowed down raw cheeks, the dry tastes in the back of his throat, the sore lump in his chest, so many nights he lay so used to the sound of his own strangling cries in the night. Every Monday that passed Lovino waited. Everyone else stopped caring, forgot, but Lovino never forgot. Lovino saw as the body convulsed under the attack of bullets, Lovino felt the warm blood under his finger tips as he cradled the body in his arms, Lovino smelt the metallic smell of smoke and blood intertwine with the natural smell of honey, cinnamon and life that he had always loved. Lovino heard as He tried to breathe but couldn't... Couldn't breathe... Lovino choked a strangled cry.
"Antonio" he whispered.
Antonio's body was buried on Monday, Lovino never showed up to the funeral. The fruit store they owned soon shut down due to neglect. He waited, and counted each Monday until his love walked down the footpath once more, waving, smiling, holding a basket of fresh tomatoes under one arm.
Perhaps that meant he would count forever, into his years. Maybe one day he could let go of the weight in his heart, maybe one day he could smile again. But never would he let go of his hope, his dream his memory...
And never would he stop.
Counting Mondays.
The end
Monday
Reviews~ And a Pairings for the other days~ I'd love your opinion!
Next is Tuesday and USUK~
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