Author's Note: This is my first story, but I'm not going to ask you to not judge/critisize, in fact, I would very much enjoy helpful critisism. Tell me how I can do better! Just, no straight up flames, 'kay? If you don't like it, either don't read, or tell me how I can do better. I know it is a bit inaccurate, but it fits the story better.
Also, trigger warning. It involves suicide. If you are sensitive, please don't read. I don't want to hurt anyone.
P.S. I know the title sucks. If you can think of a better one, please let me know, and I'll change it.

Lovino was finally giving up.
He had lost them all, one by one. At first, it wasn't too bad. The people he lost weren't very close to him, he had no real connection to them. They left quickly, without giving a reason. They simply stopped talking to him, didn't even say "goodbye". A few bothered to inform him that they wished to cut ties, and stop speaking.
Steadily, more and more "friends" abandoned him. Eventually, he started noticing a trend. He tried asking people "Why?", but nobody would tell him. As he lost more and more people he cared about, inable to do anything about it, not even knowing "why", he fell apart, sinking fast into depression.

The last straw was when his best friend, former crush, before he gave up, Gilbert, left him. He knew all of his secrets, knew this nightmare that was becoming reality was his worst fear. He promised, time and time again, to never leave him. He was now breaking those promises. He didn't bother to leave quickly, or let him down easy. He told him exactly why everyone left him, in the harshest way possible. "Your a clingy little bitch, naïve and stupid as fucking Hell, act like an asshole to everyone, and don't deserve to have people that care about you."

Some would think he would cry, lying in bed, replaying that scene in his mind, again and again, but he didn't. Not anymore. All of his crying was done, the pain was gone, he couldn't bother to cut again, for the 12th time. He had spent the last 3 days, repeating these actions. He was out of feeling. There was nothing left, but tiredness, numbness, and a sense of emptiness. He was tired, she had given up everything else, he thought maybe he should give up living, too. He had thought about it many times, before, even planned out how, in fact. He thought over it, for a minute. Did he really want to do this? He had a future, ahead of him, a whole life. He laughed bitterly, and immediately dismissed that thought. After all, what life would be worth living, without those he loved? They were all gone now, this life wasn't worth living anymore. He reached for the bottle of sleeping pills, on the nightstand. They fit well, he supposed. He was tired of life, just wanted to rest in a peaceful "sleep", in a bed 6 feet under. He didn't bother to write a note; who would care to read it, after all? He just lied there for a minute, until he felt the warm feeling of sleep taking over. "Maybe they'll care, now.." He whispered as he gave in, closing his once-bright eyes, as he fell asleep for the last time.

Well, I'm kind of ashamed of how short this is. X P I was planning on this being a oneshot, but I'm considering making it longer, so tell me what you think. If I do make it a multichapter fic, it will most likely be romance, probably Spamano.

Again, please review and tell me what you think, and if I should make it multichapter.