Feliciano walked down the school hall. He didn't like being in class. He always waited for his friend Ludwig to leave class to his next. He stood by the windows and rested his arms on the edge. The sky was nice and beautiful, with the deep blue color and the wispy white clouds. Feliciano stretched his hands to the sky, he wished he could be there, in the pretty white clouds floating over the world, but he was stuck here. The bell woke Feliciano's gaze at the sky. Finally the class was over. Ludwig was the last to leave the class, lately he had been the last one. Feliciano went up to greet him and talked to Ludwig about the beautiful sky. Ludwig never replied nor commented on any of Feliciano's statements, well recently it had to be that way. Feliciano looked at Ludwig's eyes, they had become more lonelier which saddened Feliciano. He took the blond's big, warm hands into his and gave it a small squeeze. Ludwig only hesitated to it and kept on walking. His next class was gym, Feliciano would sit on the bleachers, alone, until Ludwig was done. Most of the days, Feliciano followed Ludwig to his classes. Sure, he could have just left the school grounds but he loved being with Ludwig.
After school Ludwig took a different route home. Feliciano asked where he was going but didn't get a reply. Ludwig walked to a place in town Feliciano didn't like. It was too sad and gloomy there, the graveyard gave Feliciano the chills. Ludwig began to run deep into the graveyard, passing hundreds and hundreds of graves. Feliciano had to catch up with Ludwig, who had stopped at a grave. In front of the grave were pretty white lilies. Ludwig sat down by the grave and stared at it. He didn't move for a couple of minutes, but then the tears fell. Ludwig sat and cried begging for the gods to give the person back. Feliciano just stared at Ludwig. His sad state. Tears gathered up at Feliciano's brown eyes. He hated this place a lot, he hated that Ludwig was crying. Feliciano knelt by Ludwig and rubbed his back, trying to make him feel better, but the muffled screams and tears wouldn't stop. Ludwig weakly brought his fingers to the gravestone and rubbed the engraved words with red eyes. Feliciano looked away from the grave, trying to contain himself, he really hated sad things. Ludwig traced the words, whispering their name over and over again.
Feliciano, Feliciano, Feliciano...