Lovino felt like sobbing his brain out every day.
Feliciano got everything. Friends. Popularity. Gifts. He even had step-parents who favoured the little Italian. But not Lovino.
He got a grandfather with a stone-cold heart towards him. People murmured to eachother whenever he passed by. He always looked as if he could smash the lockers in. And he could. It would be the stress, though. Not him.
The truth was, he had a kind heart. It's just the fact that his little brother got so much more than him.. it made him furious. How dare he come into this world, and steal everything he had going good for him? Feliciano was just a little wriggling larvae. He didn't deserve anything good.
The stress was talking for him again. Lovino didn't feel like that. But the fact that people spoilt him rotten sickened the older brother.
He wanted it all to end. He wanted everything he deserved.
But he knew he could never have that.
So every day, he put on a scowl and pretended that he was some asshole who was always pissed. But when he was alone?
He sobbed, mulling over how much better Feliciano always was. Nobody had seen him in that state before. And he wanted to keep on pretending he was someone he's not. He wanted to keep the mask on.
And the mask would stay on, every day, until when it was time for him to close his eyes and cry out the contents of his mind, then eventually pass out from exhaustion.