A/N: I actually would recommend listening to Max Richter while reading this. The two songs for my inspiration were "dream 13" for the beginning and "luminous" for the second part.
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Dawn was his favorite time of day. He often left the room dressed in only his white gown and snuck out through the corridors before any hint of light came.
He opened the large door and bit his lip as he looked back to the empty black abyss that he called home. He licked his lips, softening them, before placing his bare foot down onto the soft green grass that tickled the soles of his feet. The morning dew cooled his toes and he felt a smile come to his face as the door closed.
He would run through the garden and breathe in the fresh air. This to him was freedom. The cool air passing through his mahogany locks that long needed taming. The soft remains of moonlight, illuminating his olive skin.
A jump. A twirl. A smile. A leap. A breath. A night. A sense of nostalgia. A moment of freedom. A feeling of life.
Passing the grass field and the gated rose cove, he followed the cobble stone path towards large rocks laying on the edge of the river where the view was best.
The cool stones were his thoughts were free. He would stand on them, balancing on one foot while his white gown blew elegantly with the night breeze.
Hazel eyes glistened as the first rays of light secreted from behind the small town that lay beyond the running river.
The twilight of overlayed colors that blended from the dark blue night sky and into the beautiful yellow and orange tints he so much loved.
The morning dew glistened and the running water glittered with the soft early rays and Lovino stood on the rocks, the tenderness in his chest growing over bearing.
Staring at the first hints of sunlight, the scenery grew to one of woe as his mind tried to comprehend what it longed to remember.
Only one thing seemed to click into the large empty space. Chocolate curls on a blurry white figure.
And as he longed to call out to it, he couldn't remember their name, though he was sure he knew it.
A sense of dreaded nostalgia came as the white figure turned, hair blowing to the side and unveiling green eyes filled with tears.
A warmth came from the longing pain he felt in his chest and he let his heart think, leaving the screams his mind brought behind.
"Antonio," he whispered to himself. And just as the details on this man began to bleed into place, a cool breeze swept it away just as dust.
"Lovino," a soft voice said. Lovino opened his eyes and looked over to green eyes that watched him with disquiet.
"You shouldn't be out here. Let's get you back inside," the man said softly taking his arm.
Lovino only nodded and allowed the stranger to pull him back towards the hospital building. Back to the room, away from the early sunlight he so much loved and brought the sweet nostalgia of someone long forgotten.
The forgotten person that he was sure he loved. The person he had forgotten that he no longer rembered.
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A/N: If you still don't understand, Lovino has memory loss and can't remember Antonio. The moment he remembers, he forgets.
Thanks for reading and I don't own Hetalia!