Gold. All Antonio could see was gold, as Lovino toppled forwards, a fierce red colour soaking his clothes. Gold was reflecting off of his chocolate coloured hair, and leaving Antonio standing, struck into a hollow figure by the weight of the scene. There were tears rolling down his face, but all that Antonio could see was the red on gold. And his eyes, green with flecks of gold in them, once fierce and full of fire, now fading to emptiness. All the gold in the world could never bring back Lovino's smile, nor his tears. It was gone forever, all of it. Taken by a murderer; stolen by the sunset.
There was a grave of polished black marble, adorned with red spider lilies. Antonio caught a flash of gold and flinched, only to see that it was coming from the sunrise. Through drops of dew, it reflected on the grass, and sparkled in the river. It was beautiful, but was so similar to that which had stolen his Lovino from him that it sent shivers running down his spine. Antonio wanted to say something, maybe try to say a goodbye to Lovino, but nothing came out, which was strange, because before, he could spend hours upon end talking about nothing but Lovino.
Nobody really understood, they just saw Lovino's fiery insults and his tendency to swear and decided he was horrible and rude. Not one of them understood how hollow those insults truly were, a front that Lovino put up to prevent himself from being hurt. They never saw the hidden meanings behind him, words that were, like him, tinged with gold.
But the gold was gone. The fire was gone. Antonio's life was gone. He just didn't know what to do. Everything was just empty now. His family were long gone, his friends all married to people they truly loved, or even pretended to. How could he even live when Lovino wasn't there? Antonio put another bouquet of lilies down among the rest; however this one was pure white standing out from the others. It was a symbol of purity in the midst of vibrant colour.
The sea breeze blew harsh against Antonio's face, salt stinging his nose. The view was wonderful and the place was quiet, except for the roaring of the sea. He was completely alone. Nobody was there with him and that was how it should be. This was his and Lovino's place, uncorrupted by human nature, unknown to tourists and walkers. Antonio took a step forward.
He fell. Down into waves that smashed and roared. Antonio closed his eyes, as he hit the icy waters that reflected the sunset. It was a sunset of pure gold once again, and as water rushed into his mouth and his nose Antonio could think only of one thing. 'The gold you took from me Lovino, I now take back from you.'