A loud crash echoed in the room, glass and tears falling soon after.

"Lovino?! God dammit, I can't live with you any more! I'm done with the fights! I'm done with the name calling! I'm done pretending to love you!" Antonio yelled in the heat of his and Lovino's argument.

Neither of them could remember how it had started. Possibly with a sime 'Aw~ Feli is so cute! You should try being more like him' from Antonio, or maybe a 'You're such a dumbass' from Lovino. Whatever it was...it had lead to horrible things. Lovino had smashed Antonio's favorite vase, a handmade one from his dead grandmother.

"Good! Leave! I was right about you all along! Get out right now, bastard!" Lovino screamed, trying so hard to contain his sobs.

With that, Antonio stormed out the door, smashing it behind him. As soon as the door had shut, Lovino dropped to his knees and cried his heart out.

I knew he was pretending to love me! I told him and he...he just...he used me!...I don't care if he hates me...because now I hate me to!

Five o' clock in the morning crept around slowly; Lovino had gotten no sleep at all. The whole night, Lovino could only think of how much he really needed Antonio. He had never admitted it, but he needed Antonio more than anything. The man he constantly bickered with and called names...he needed.

"Come on..." he whispered to himself, "I'll hurt allot less than knowing he hates you..."

Earlier that week, Lovino and Antonio had gotten in the biggest argument they had ever, leading Antonio to say he hated the Italian and stormed out. He never came back. Lovino was in his worst sate of mind, and was thinking awful thoughts.

Lovino was in so much pain. He couldn't live on knowing Antonio hated him. Antonio, his guardian. Antonio, his lover. Antonio, the only one who had treated Lovino with any superior kindness and never compared Lovino to his little brother. It was torturer this pain, and Lovino couldn't take another minute of it.

His hand trembled as he gripped a gun tightly. He knew this was stupid, to take such drastic measures over this one thing, but he couldn't even think straight anymore. And it wasn't just Antonio, not at all. The constant insults and arguments about why Lovino 'couldn't even try being nice' or 'why he couldn't be more like Felicaino' had grown to drive him insane. To the point of madness.

As he held the gun to his head, finger tightened on the trigger, he began to remember. He remembered all the times Antonio told him 'te amo' and 'forever'. They were all lies, weren't they? Or was it that 'forever' was just a lie to cover up 'never'? In this cruel world where life was short and pain was forever, Lovino felt that not a single person was made to love him. Only to break his heart.

"I loved you so much..." Lovino whispered before he pulled the trigger of the small, black gun, bringing him to his knees. There he lay, on blood-stained carpet. Lovino kept his promise to love until the day he died. In this game of love and hate, Antonio was the cheater. But neither won. They both were falling into a bottomless pit of pain and regret. Antonio now knew this, as he stood at Lovino's door, flowers in hand.

"All I need to do..." he said to himself, "Is say I love him..."

Fail story is fail. Oh well, I needed to pass the time X3

Should I make an alternate ending? Or another chapter? Leave your thoughts, even if you didn't like it!