…when something needs to be said but there's nothing left to say…
Good morning and goodnight, why don't you pull up a chair and sit on the floor?
.this is a tale of emotions running high.
Mute words filling in the gaps made by a silence louder than thunder.
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Rain poured down, it blotted out every other sound and filled the empty void of the world. For Lovino Vargas, however, it was nothing more than an annoyance. Dark brown hair seeming black and plastered on his face he struggled to get his suitcase over cobblestones he slipped and skinned his knee.
"Ve~ careful, Lovino" Feliciano, Lovino's little brother told him as he easily pulled his own suitcase on to the path and then yanked Lovino's out of the thick mud he had somehow managed to get it stuck into.
Despite the rain and the cold October air, heat flooded Lovino, "Bastard! I'm just fine!" He snapped out at Feliciano who just ignored his temper.
Both of them were painfully aware that all of their clothes and what not would be completely soaked by now, with heavy hearts they struggled to heave open the big oak doors and trudged inside.