Hello humans of the internet!
I have recently decided that I want to write some awesome fanfictions.
but I don't know what to write about.
If you have a sugestion please PM me or comment on this story/public service annonce ment.
So that it won't get taken down I will tack on a one-shot to the end of this. (warning it's sad)
Enjoy :)
It was a beatiful day really. Too beautiful a day for such a tragic event.
The sky was too blue, the grass too green, and the birds were too happy.
He'd have liked it like this.
It wasn't fair really, that he wold die when I had to keep living, if anything, I deserved to die. So many more people will miss him then they would m-...
"Wait, no, stop that Loviano. This is not the time to be jealous of your brother. Not now that he's...'
No I can't think that. Feli couldn't... he couldn't be... dead.
My knees hit the freshly placed earth over Feli's... over his... over my brother.
I felt a hand rest on my shoulder.
"He wouldn't want you to cry Loviano."
I didn't have to look up to know who was talking. "I wasn't crying potato bastard, you of people should know what it looks like when a Vargas cries, Feli cried in your arms enough."
Oh god, did I just use past tense. No no no no no no no no no no no. Feli wasn't gone, he wasn't gone, he couldn't be dead.
Feli was making pasta or bugging one of Grecce's cats, or painting, or something. He was not buried under the six feet cold earth that I am kneeling on now. he's not.
He's not.
Loviano buried his head in his hands and let out a chocked sob.
Ludwig looked at the headstone in front of him.
Feliciano Vargas
197,988 bc - 2012 ad
It is not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts.
He is.