Sorry I've taken a while, but I'll try to hurry my chapters more. Especially since it's getting dramatic.

I've been lying on Alfred's couch for about half an hour when he finally walks in.

He jumps about a foot in the air when he sees me, "Dude! Don't do that! How did you get in?"

I raise an eyebrow, "Your door was unlocked."

He blinks at me, "Well yeah, but you don't just let yourself in."

I smirk, "I already did. Do you want me to go outside and knock?"

He rolls his eyes but laughs anyway, "No. It's fine." He lifts my feet and sits under them, "So should I call Antoni-"

"No!" I shout bolting up, "Why do you all automatically assume that I need him!?"

"Woah, hey! I didn't mean it like that! It's just that he's pretty much going mental worrying about you."

I flop back down, "I know. I just saw him."

"Then why didn't you go home?"

"I don't want to." I say simply, but that's a lie, I do want to go home. But I can't yet.

Then the phone rings. Alfred answers it and looks at me, 'it's Antonio' he mouths.

"Put it on speaker." I whisper. And he does.

"So what's up?" Alfred asks, like I'm not eavesdropping.

Antonio's voice cracks, "I saw him! And he told me he's dying! And it was my fault! And I don't know what to do!" Alfred looks shocked at me.

"Okay, breathe dude." He says to the phone still wide eyed at me.

"I can't." he replies, "I can't do anything without him." I gasp. Why would he say that? He couldn't do anything with me!

"What do you mean?" Alfred asks not taking his eyes off me, but all I can do is stare at the phone.

"I don't want to do anything. I don't want to breathe; I don't want to live if I can't see him."

I feel tears slip out. I feel horrible. I want to go home. I want to say something to him. But I can't. It feels like my vocal chords have been snipped and all I can do is listen.

"So why are you telling me this?" Alfred asks.

"Because," he sniffs, "I was hoping he was there… He was at Arthur's when I saw him. Arthur said he was probably going places I wouldn't think of. I called Ivan, but nothing… so I was thinking…"

Alfred looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

Then I feel myself falling. Literally. I start screaming again and the pounding in my ears and I can feel my blood rushing as I hit the floor.

"Lovino!" Alfred screams and I hear the phone hit the ground.

"Lovino!?" Antonio yells, "What's happening?!"

Alfred tries to stop me from screaming but there's nothing he can do now. I feel it. I'm literally slipping away. If this is how Gilbert felt, no wonder he left before he died.

"Antonio! I don't know what to do! He just keeps screaming and shaking on the floor! What the hell do I do!?" Alfred yells into the phone.

I faintly see him lay the phone by me.

"Lovino…" Antonio says gently, like he used to when I had a nightmare, "Feliciano is here with me. He says he's getting stronger or something… And I know what you meant before… I didn't know…"

I whack the phone across the room.

I get this huge shiver before I stop. Like, everything stops. I stop moving. I stop hearing noise. I stop feeling. I stop breathing.

And all I can think is, I'm sorry Toni… I'm so sorry…

But then I can't even see anything.