Antonio rushed around his home, making sure everything was perfect for the return of his precious Lovina. He planned to propose that night, and considering it was Lovina... perfection was hard to achieve. He opened the oven to check on the pizza cooking inside- the tomatoes on top glistening in the light. He closed the door and went downstairs to fetch the wine bottle he was looking for- the finest. Setting the bottle of crimson liquid on the counter, he picked up his phone to check on his little tomato. Holding the phone up to his ear, he waited for her to pick up. "Hola Lovi!" He said when she did.

"What do you want bastard?" Most people would be put off if their lover called them this, or at least reconsider proposing, but Lovina used it affectionately, and Antonio took it in his stride.

"Just checking on my tomato. Are you almost home?"

"I'm not your tomato! And yeah, I am, why did you want to know bastard?"

"Just checking! Love you Lovi!"

"Love you too idiot," she grumbled, hanging up the phone. Antonio continued with his preparations, and upon finishing dinner, took the rose petals he had obtained from his best friend Francis, (honestly, the man had a lifetime supply of them) and created a path from the front door to the dining room, where the food and wine were resting, perfectly arranged on the red tablecloth. In the middle sat an arrangement of red and white roses, the colors of love and unity. After he was completely done, he waited.

And waited...

And waited...

Until an hour had passed since his conversation with Lovina. Something was not right. He decided to call her. Dialing her number again, he listened to the phone ring.

And ring...

And ring...

And there was no answer. He set the phone down and sat back down on the couch. Then, his phone rang. He checked, hoping to see Lovina's picture on the screen, but was instead greeted with her little sister, Feliciana. He answered, sounding kind of depressed. "Hola Fel-" he was cut off.

"Antonio! Something bad happened!" she exclaimed, sobbing.

"What's wrong Feli?" he asked, completely concerned.

"I-It's sorella! Sh-she was in an accident," The Italian sobbed out, "Sh-she didn't make it."

Antonio's world stopped turning, and his heart skipped a beat. "Feliciana, where are you?"

"Outside your door." Antonio hung up the phone and set it down. He walked over to the door and opened it, taking the petite Italian into his arms. Both had tears streaming down their faces. Antonio couldn't help but think, "Tonight was supposed to be perfect..."

A week later, at Lovina's funeral, Antonio silently walked over to the open coffin, and taking the ring out of his pocket, slipped it onto Lovina's finger. "Te amo mi tomate..."

A/N: Well I feel evil now... that actually hurt to write. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go cry in a corner. Thanks for reading! Translations: Te amo mi tomate (Spanish) I love you my tomato