I hesitated a long time whether I should ulpoad the fanfiction or not, but then I decided to do so since there are so less fanfictions about AlaGio in the first place. The FF is about the time when Giotto leaves the Vongola and goes to Japan. Alaude went back to France, missing Giotto a lot. Then he gets a hint of a very good friend and travels to Japan in order to find Giotto, hoping that there love still has got a chance.
CONTAINS:
- pairing Alaude x Giotto
- fluff
- romance
- drama
- headcanons (!)
- own characters (!)
The FF is already finish completely, but I won't upload the whole thing at once since I first would like to make sure that there are actually some people interested in it.
The prologue has been written by my friend and gave me the idea for the whole thing. All praise for it belongs to SkylarkPrincess18.
Thank you very much!
Dear Luc,
I have arrived at my destination safely and without further problems. It is nice here and I get along with the natives pretty well. I am sorry that I cannot tell you more, but I don´t want him to find out my current whereabouts. It was hard enough for me to leave and I would not be able to do this if I was confronted with him. I could not even bear to write this letter to him, so in his place I am sending this to you. I know my motives are selfish and I am taking the easiest way instead of fighting but I was not able to continue as I did until now and my strength is at its end. Probably he will never forgive me for what I did. Leaving without any words after all we have gone through. Whenever I was close to him I felt at ease and I was able to enjoy the pleasures of life. I never thought it was possible to love a person that much. I would have given every single part of my soul to stay close to him. As you might know there have been circumstances that forced me to leave Italy and at first I thought about asking him to take me along to France. There I would be with friends, even if I had to give up a huge part of my life, my memories and all those things that were precious to me. I would have been with the one I love more than all of those memories I carry with me. But even if this dream was appealing it is impossible for me. France would still be too close to Italy and our enemy will surely have an eye on him. For his well-being and that of the people I love, I have to stay away and you might know how much this hurts. Currently I feel like I have betrayed all of them and this is what hurts me the most, since I never wanted to betray him. You know that he is a very special person, proud and independent and it had taken ages for him to heal the wounds in his heart and now I am ripping him apart again. I wish I could have been able to foresee this. I could have spared him from that pain.
Since I will try a new start here I will not be able to write you another letter, but I want you to know that meeting him has changed my life and my heart. Maybe I will find people dear to me at this place, but it will be nothing compared to my feelings for him. I think this is what you call true love and true love can only be found once during a life time.
If he is asking you, tell him not to search for me. Giotto, the man that he loved, died on the journey. The loss of his friends, his home and his love broke his heart and he was not able to recover. The loneliness and the longing had been too strong and overwhelming. This name will never be mentioned again, because if it will, the broken heart will even kill the man that arrived here.
I am sorry for the trouble I am responsible for, but I've got an important request for you.
Please take care of him as good as possible. I do not know his reaction to my doing but I would be at ease if you look after him as you did all those years even before we met.
Maybe there will be another chance for us in another life. I would probably be a naïve girl from the country meeting this admirable man and interfering with his business in that open-hearted way he always was curious about. If I get this chance I promise to live solemnly for him. I would heal the wounds of this lifespan; I would accompany him to Paris or wherever he wants to go and I would be his support as he has been mine in this life. And maybe I would be able to give him what he deserves the most. Happiness.
I know that I am not in a situation to ask you for another request and even after all this time you probably know him better than I ever will, but please keep this letter a secret from him. I want him to think that I did not care about our goodbye; this will give him the chance to hate me and even though it hurts to think that he might hate me, I would prefer it over him suffering.
Luc, I will never be able to stop loving this silent, intelligent and extraordinary man.
Please forgive me.
Giotto.
