AN: The first fanfiction I've written that I found good enough to publish it here :) The title doesn't make any sense, really. And the story is rather short. But I hope you'll like it!
It was always like this.
Antonio's head hurted.
He had a head ache. Already the third this week.
He quickly unlocked and opened the door of his small apartment in Barcelona, Spain. He entered the apartment and closed the door. He flinched at the sound of the door shutting, the pain in his head was almost unbearable.
It was always like this.
Antonio was completely stressed out, exhausted. He felt like that a lot lately. Every sound was just too loud at times like this. Everything was just too much.
It was always like this.
Antonio kicked of his shoes and walked straight to his bedroom. He closed the curtains, found a pain killer on his nightstand and swallowed it without water. He curled up on his bed.
It was always like this. Always the same thing.
Antonio didn't want to think, he just wanted to sleep, but his thoughts about the day kept him awake.
It was always like this.
Life was pointless to Antonio. The world and it's people were so sad so messed up and Antonio couldn't do anything about it.
So he hid behind fake smiles, to give the impression that he was okay. But he wasn't, Antonio couldn't handle the world. He found himself a failure, all his old friends had done something with their lifes and he was still here.
stuck, messed up, depressed
It was always like this.
He was so pathetic.
It was always like this.
always
always the same
stress
lack of sleep
people
too much
too loud
Antonio wanted to die.
But there was a light at the end of the tunnel called Lovino Vargas. Seeing him everyday at work, talking to him, his cursing and the insults he didn't really mean. Lovino made Antonio genuinely smile. He felt happy around Lovino.
But Antonio knew life wouldn't get any better.
Lovino couldn't change that,
no one could.
But Lovino made life worth living for Antonio.
Antonio fell asleep to thought of being able to see Lovino tomorrow. He dreamed about Lovino sitting next to him on his bed as they talked on and on about pointless topics
Antonio woke up around two in the morning, hungry.
He stood up, flicked on the lights and walked to the kitchen. He was about to open the fridge when he noticed something odd; there was a bowl covered with tinfoil sitting on the counter. There was a note next to it, written in messy, guileless handwriting;
"I heard you went home early because you were sick, so I thought I'd bring you some food.
You were fast asleep and I didn't want to wake you up, so I left it here.
By the way, you should lock the door, you bastard.
Lovino."
Antonio smiled. He removed the tinfoil and started eating the pasta. A smile, a real smile, remained on his face for the rest of the day.
AN: So yeah, I hoped you liked it :) Reviews are very much appreciated!