Heart and Soul
Lovino felt the tears fall soundlessly from his eyes as the plain black coffin was lowered slowly into the ground. Lovino hated that coffin. It was too dark. Too… boring. Unworthy of the man that was supposed to be inside.
Six months.
It had been six months since the day Antonio and his stupid friends had gone missing. Six months filled with tears and sleepless nights spent searching for the Trio with Arthur and Matt. Six months... of nothing. Finally a couple of nights ago, police had found the remnants of Francis' favourite blue coat- Torn and covered in blood that was months old. Nearby they had found traces of Antonio and Gilbert's blood. Well... more like pools of it actually. The doctors had all agreed that no one could have survived that much blood loss and the case had been closed.
Lovino had not cried when Gilbert's brother Ludwig, who had been in charge of the case, told him the news. He had simply slammed the door in his face. He didn't know how long he stood there, hand still on the door, but it was morning by the time he moved away from the door. The days after were a blur. Meaningless flowers piled up on his doorstep, meaningless letters of condolence. A call from Arthur informing him of the empty casket burial the next day. None of it seemed real. Not until now. A choked sob escaped his lips as the coffin that represented Antonio's life was lowered into the ground. Then, he was screaming. Screaming at Antonio for leaving him, screaming at him for making him fall in love and screaming at his Fratello for holding him back. Why was he holding him back?! Didn't he understand he had to KILL Antonio for all he put him through?! The briefest glimpse at Matts face froze him. Reminded him of the two other coffins beside Antonio's. Reminded him why they were there. Lovino fell to his knees, no longer caring about his expensive suit. No longer caring about anything as he stared silently at the coffin that held his heart.
