Chapter 1: Certain Thoughts in Jail
It was a dark and gray cemented room. He was alone in the damp air, locked in a cage of metal bars. He sat on the old bed which was attached to the gray-colored wall. The bed was pretty simple looking. It had nothing more but a few sheets and a pillow. The man was restless and regretful. He did not really mean to do what he had done, but it was too late. History cannot be changed. He could not think of anything at all about sleeping or of eating. It did not matter however since he had no food to eat and he did not know whether it was morning or it was night. He had lost track of time for a while now. In fact, the man had no clue what was going in the world around him as time wasted away with him doing nothing. With nothing to do in his prison, the man began to think of some of the memories he enjoyed.
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A blonde German man sat on a metal green bench in the middle of a park. The man was muscular with broad shoulders and great muscles. His blonde hair was gelled back to reveal his pale forehead. His bright blue eyes shone and reflected the sun's light above him. The man's name was Ludwig. Of course, he had a last name, but he did not exactly use it. He rather have others use his first name instead. He was reading a book called Crime and Punishment, given to him by a Russian man in a bookstore he enjoyed going to.
An auburn-haired Italian man had just entered the park . He came to the park to have a picnic since it was quite a sunny and warm day. This man had a strand of auburn hair that stuck out and curled. He was slim and thin, showing he was a weak man unlike most. His bangs hung down to the level of his brows. You could not see his eyes since the man always had his eyelids shut. It is rather strange how he could still see. The man's name was Feliciano Vargas.
When Feliciano first entered the park, the first thing he saw was Ludwig who sat in the metal green bench. Feliciano felt a bit sorry for the lonely blonde so he decided to invite him to his picnic. He skipped from his place with the basket in hand to Ludwig's place. Ludwig had not known that the Italian was standing near him since he was too focused on his large book. He suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. Ludwig used his bookmark, which was just a piece of paper folded and placed at the page where he had left off then turned to Feliciano. At first, he was confused about the stranger before him, but he sighed and asked the Italian.
"What is it?" The German spoke with his accent.
"Bon giorno~ I saw you were lonely here and I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch," Feliciano held his arms behind his back and shifted a bit, smiling.
"Are you sure? I don't even know you," Ludwig spoke the truth. Feliciano nodded and continued to smile. "Well..."
"C'mon~ I won't hurt you. I just want to talk~" Feliciano pleaded. Ludwig sighed and could not help but join in the picnic. Ludwig closed his book and slowly rose up from the bench. He gave a small smile.
"Alright. Alright. I'll go with you," Ludwig gave in to Feliciano's smile. Feliciano flung his arms in the air cheerfully as he won over the man. He then grabbed Ludwig by his hand and dragged him along to where Feliciano decided to eat. Ludwig was a bit uncomfortable and annoyed that he was being dragged by this unknown stranger, but he allowed it to happen either way. Ludwig was lonesome after all. They finally reached where Feliciano had planned to eat. He decided to eat near the pond in the park because of the pretty scenery of the lake shimmering by the sun's glow and the white ducks and swans in the pond. Feliciano set his basket down on the soft grass and opened it to get the blanket to set down on the grass and sit on, while Ludwig just watched what the Italian was doing.
"Hey! Hey! Mister! Sit here!" Feliciano pat the ground next to him to invite Ludwig to sit with him. Quietly, Ludwig followed obediently and sat with his legs crossed. He noticed that Feliciano was getting something from his basket. It is revealed to be a container filled with pasta, two plates, and two forks. He handed one of the pates and forks to Ludwig and began to place some pasta on Ludwig's plate even though Ludwig did not want any. "Eat, mister." Feliciano smiled at Ludwig and began to place some of his pasta. Ludwig looked from the Italian to the plate of delicious gourmet pasta and began to dig in. Breaking the silence between them, Feliciano spoke once again, " My name's Feliciano~ Nice to meet you! What's your name?"
"It's Ludwig," Ludwig says his name giving a small smile to the energetic Italian who continued to eat with great joy.
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Memories flooded into the man's mind. That one great memory of when he and his loved one first met. That memory was, then, disturbed by another memory of that one night.
The body's wide open mouth was covered in blood. The blood that bled through the stomach area stained the used-to-be green grass. The shriek of the body rang throughout the night. He could not do anything. What's done is done and you could not reverse time as it is. He felt something run down his cheek and felt a feeling he has not felt in such a long time. The man fell to his knees onto the stained grass next to the body and cried out loudly.
The man in the jail cell gulped and breathed heavily at the memory. He covered his face with his hands in regret for what he has done. He shook his head, still in disbelief he had done it. He buried his face into his knees so anyone who past his cell would not see him cry the countless tears that he will cry. A tear finally came out of his blue eyes and strolled down his cheek to his chin and dripped off onto his clothed legs. He never felt this way before ,ever in his lifetime. This was the first time he had encountered this feeling. The feeling is revealed to be a loss within the depths of the heart. The man felt so empty and alone as if he was lost in darkness with no hope and no chances of escaping. One name slipped out of his mouth.
"Feli...ciano..."