He tried so many times. And so many times he failed. He couldn't stand the feeling anymore. He wanted to just die, to just get it over with and die. Everyone else would be happy, right? Everyone would rejoice when they heard they would never see June again, so why couldn't he do it? Because he was weak, and pathetic. Twelve year old Lovino thought as he looked around at the park.
He was currently sitting a bench. Watching as the fountain crashed down, never stopping, never slowing. It was like an infinite source of water. It just kept going, and going, and going...
No matter how much he tried to stop it, the pain kept coming back. It wasn't physical. It was an emotional pain. It always hit him in the chest. It felt like someone stabbed him with a knife. Except the usually sharp pain was dull, and, once again, it wasn't physical.
No matter how hard he tried, the thoughts kept coming back. He didn't want to be here anymore. He didn't want to go home where he'd be told he was useless,pathetic, stupid, worthless, low life lower who will never achieve anything in his life. He was told those things so many times that he actually believed it.
A strong gust of wind brought him away from his thoughts. Noticing how dark it was, Lovino looked at his watch. 10:00 pm is what it read. Sighing to himself, he reluctantly sat up from his seat. His legs felt a little weak, having been sitting all day, his legs weren't expecting the sudden weight.
Taking one last look at the fountain, then he hesitantly started walking back to his 'house'. He had lived there for a couple of months, with his foster parents that he has known for a couple of months. He wished he could be with his brother, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. Besides, something so worthless like him shouldn't be with someone as useful and joyful as Feliciano.
Four years later...
Lovino watched as his little brother practically skipped into the house, his hands full with his two suitcases. How he could always be so energetic, and happy Lovino would never know.
Lovino, with only one,barely packed suitcase in hand, followed his brother and walked in. He had to admit, it looked pretty nice. To his right were stairs, painted a deep brown, with carvings on the railing that looked like vines. To his left, was the living room. There was a teal couch facing the wall that had a tv mooted into it. Under the TV was a fireplace. Straight ahead, was the kitchen. It was a big kitchen, a lot of counter space, an island, along with two ovens, one four burner stove, a fridge, a sink, of course, and plenty of cabinets.
Lovino walked past the doorway that was separating the entry and the kitchen. Now technically in the kitchen, Lovino could see that to his right there was a small hallway that lead to his grandfather's study, the downstairs bathroom, and the room that held the grand piano as well as a large amount of books. To his left was an open area that connected the kitchen to the living room. Next to the kithexn was the dining room. It had a brown table that could seat four, the edge of the table as well as it's legs and chairs all had an intricate design on them. Behind the table was a sliding glassed door, leading to the big back yard.
"Fratello! Where are you?!" Feliciano screamed from upstairs. Lovino decided to go upstairs and find his brother, instead of shouting like Feliciano did. When Lovino was walking up the stairs, be held onto the railing, feeling the carved wood under his fingertips. It was a nice feeling. They were so smooth, yet textured.
Reaching the top of the stair, Lovino looked around, trying to find where his brother went. To his left was a small hallway with two doors. One door was open, and Lovino could see that it was his Grandfather's. And the other door was closed. Lovino guessed it was the guests room. To his right were three doors. Two open and one closed. Lovino guessed the closed one was the bathroom, and the two open door were his and Feliciano's rooms.
Lovino walked to the room closest to him and looked in. The room was empty,save for the bed in the corner and a black desk under the window, it had grey walls, and a closet, but no Feliciano. When Lovino stepped in the room he surprised to find a door on his left leading to the other room.
He walked through the door, and into the room. His brother, who was looking outsode the window, turned around when he heard footsteps.
"Oh! There you are fratello! Can I have this room? Please?" Feliciano said, putting on his best puppy eyes. Livonio took a moment to look around at the room. The walls were teal with blue vines going towards the center, but stopped in the middle, leaving a blank area for anything to be out there. There was also a desk, bed, and window (also a closet) but Lovino didn't pay much attention to it.
Seeing his brother's hesitation, Feliciano started to freak out. "Can I please have it? I want to put something in the middle of the wall with the vines! Can I please have it, with a cherry on top?! We can do something cool in your room too! Oh I can-"
Before his brother could ramble even more, Lovino put his hand up. "No, you can have I don't mind. And for your information I will decorate my room however I want."
"Oh! Thank you!" Felicianio said while tugged Lovino into a bear hug.
"Get the hell off of me, you bastard!" Lovino screamed, shoving his brother off. Feliciano pouted but recovered quickly.
"I can't wait for our first day at our new high school!" Feliciano beamed cheerfully. Loving groaned he hated the idea of going to a new school. While he wouldn't want to stay at his old school, he hated school in general. Making a new school even worse.
"Yeah, well I'm going to unpack." He said while walking back into his room, going through the door the connected their room. But before he could get into his room, a hand on his wrist stopped him.
"Fratello, I was wondering.. Do you think we can sleep in the same bed tonight? It's been a while since we've done that, and it's our first night together in four years, so..."
"Yeah, sure, we can do that." Feliciiano let go of his hand.
"Alright! Hey do you think I should make pasta for dinner tonight?" Lovino nodded. "Great!"
That night Feliciano made pasta for Lovino their Grandfather, who came home from work, and they all are together as a family. Feliciano and their grandpa, Ronulus, were the only ones talking. Lovino just listened, a trait he picked up when he was in foster care. After dinner they all went to bed, Lovino and Feliciano slept in the same bed. Lovino had a strange feeling like something life changing was going to happen. And it was going to happen soon. Whether it be for the best or the worse, only time could tell.
A/N This is the prologue! I wanted to make in longer but it was like 1:00 am when I wrote this is yeah. Please review!