There he stood, a cold grave yard with old chipped up headstones around him
Lovino Vargas visited the old place whenever he could
He never let go
He never forgot, no matter how hard he tried, How could he? How could he when himself and a few said others believed that the reason why this person he cared so very much would still be there if he had watched his words, but how was he supposed to know? He thought they should've known he never meant it, he never meant anything he spat out at them honestly.
He kneeled down into fallen leaves, wiping the dirt off of the headstone.
Slowly breaking down into tears once more at the name
"In loving memory of Antonio Fernández Carriedo
loved by family and cherished by friends"
This wasn't what this was supposed to look like
Antonio should be there telling Lovino that it was okay
Only words echoed into his mind
"It's your fault it's all your fault"
He regretted every single swear that came out of his mouth
Every single insult
What he wouldn't give to see his face again
What he wouldn't have gave to be sitting in the hospital to hear that he was okay, that the other car only gave minimal damage,
But that wasn't the case.
And there Lovino sat, trying to stop his tears from flowing, as he put down a posy of carnations.
Life wasn't fair to them.
Little did Lovino know that he'd be to distracted in his own thoughts on his way home
To see another car racing towards him
But who knows, maybe life would take a different turn and his brother would be in the hospital hearing that he was okay
Life wasn't fair for Lovino Vargas or Antonio Fernández Carriedo but then again
When is it ever fair for anyone?