WARNING: This is angsty guys! Essentially a very depressed Romano on a couch. Please review and let me know if you think I should continue the fic!

Where the road ends.

I hate me.

And I know they all hate me as well.

Why else would Antonio look at me with those stupid sad eyes? Why would Feliciano bow his head like a kicked puppy and leave me alone in my flat?

Why else would they leave me here all alone every day?

I'm so tired of this. The feeling of sluggish existence, of a worn-out, aimless anger that thumps away in the back of my skull and roils around in the pit of my stomach like an overfed viper.

I think it's time to end this. I've thought it for a long time.

But I can't move from my sofa.

It's as if my body weighs more than a boulder, dragged into the uncomfortable curves of the fabric beneath me by the curse of gravity.

Antonio used to come and raise me from my permanent slumber, dancing around the kitchen and chattering away about inconsequential things that temporarily soothed my aching brain. And when all I could do was sit up and drink slowly from the mug he'd placed in my hands, he would sit close beside me, arm around my slack shoulders, and coo gentle, kind things into my ears.

He does it less and less now. And when he does, he looks at me like I'm something broken, ruined.

Maybe I am.

I feel like I am right now. All that I know is the ache of my unused joints and the whispers in my ears. My forearms sting with the memory of the self-inflicted wounds.

I think even my body is against me now. Who is 'me' if even the physical part of this walking corpse is trying to escape?

I think about looking at the clock, but I can't move my head. Oh well. It doesn't really matter what time it is anyway since it all feels the same as it slips away from me and into the past.

I don't remember when I last ate. Or what I last ate.

Maybe I don't have to kill myself after all; I can just let myself die here. I wonder when they'll find me. Maybe I'll already have decayed to nothing by then.

The sudden thought of Feli being left all alone makes tears well from my eyes as they stare into the middle distance. I can't remember how to blink so I let the salty drops slip down my face once they are too big to stay on the red, dry rims.

I still feel guilt: Guilt for not being the older brother Feliciano needs. Guilt for treating everyone so badly. Guilt for making Antonio sad enough to want to leave me.

Oh well, what does it matter anymore? I can't change; I'm too far gone already.

I close my eyes and fall into an empty, dreamless sleep.