"...lovi?"
fuck...
that voice...even when it sounds in a low key...
its talking...
and its directed at me...
even... even if... he's probably mad at me. Or doesn't even feel anything at all...
he's talking to me and i-
"...why are you at the hospital?.."
there it is.
The question I was hoping not to hear.
"FRATELLO!"
oh...its feli... seems he cared enough...?
oh no ones questioning im crying? IS ...IS IT THAT...FUCKING...normal?
Dont grab me fratello.
Dont come near me you fucking idiot.
"A-antonio help lovi is scaring me! He already ended up harmi-"
"F-FUCKING...SHUT...It..."
that is all I can manage.
I darted out of there.
As fast as I could.
I think they are screaming after me.
They both really hate me though right?
Shit...
…...broken glass?...
this is the street of course... I guess you could find any litter possible here...
its a nice and pretty decent piece of glass. I wonder if it'll-
AgH... it hurts...
have I really grown to love pain.
Or is it that pain is the only thing
That Loves me?
OUCH...
that one cut super deep..
"LOVI!"
it...-it isnt my brother... its f-fucking...
Antonio... but its too late.
I'm going to do it.