Bitter
A Lambo Bovino Drabble
Stairs, stairs and more stairs.
The walk to that place was always long and tiring and the feeling was heavy. His long lanky legs hesitantly moved from one stair to another no matter how many times he'd been to this place, because, even though he had tried to let it go, tried to live on, but deep inside, he still felt insecure without them. There's no use in denying for he himself knew that he still refused to accept the bitter fact.
It has been years since he last saw them and the young Bovino boss had been missing them greatly. They all played a major role in his life. They're all so important to him, especially him, the boy with soft brown hair and deep brown eyes that seemed to understand everything, that seemed so gentle and kind. He was his role mode. He was the person Lambo had grown to adore as well as respect more than anything in this world.
Still drowning so deep in his thought, he set his feet on the final stair without much care, his green eyes took a full view of the beauty of irony that was given to him. The canvas which was the sky was painted the palest of blues as heavenly crystals of white drizzling down to kiss the earth. The usually lush green field was very white at that time it's almost blinding his eyes.
And tombstones.
Lines and lines of beautifully carved tombstones decorating the plains making the place looked almost holy. The black haired man strode under an old willow tree, there, laid a sarcophagus with the most astonishing carvings enchanted on every inch of the stone coffin, and with seven more plain tombstones encircled it. He stared at it for a few minutes, brushing his long fingers along the surface and finally, placed a bouquet of red roses upon it.
"It's been long Tsuna, everybody." He chuckled to himself vacantly. A sad smile slowly graced is matured face whilst trying to push back old memories knowing they would do nothing than hurt his heart more.
Life was not the same without them, even I-Pin was out of his life then, having a normal life without any Mafioso business to be worried about Perhaps she had already gotten married, Lambo mused to himself.
The spark of happiness of life had gone and now his life often seemed like just a duty. A duty he had to fulfill until the end of him. It's like he was left in a room of darkness. He had been grasping so tightly on the only speck of light as to not let his life crumble.
Ana.
His Ana. His beautiful Ana.
Upon remembering her, he smiled, genuinely this time and after taking one last look at his 'family' he turned around to leave the darkness and to his light.