Chapter 10

A/N: I am so so so sorry about the shortness of the previous chapter! I am having a really bad case of writer's block, but I am working really hard to write through it until I get some inspiration! But if you guys have any ideas that you'd like me to put in the story or that would make the story cool, feel free to message them to me or leave them in the comments and hopefully that'll help my block! Thank you so much! Enjoy chapter 10!

It had been about three weeks since the 'scandalous' picture of Antonio and Lovino had gone on the internet. They had put up with hell since then, but the uproar had slightly gone down since then, and they had been better about where they showed off their relationship. Really, they only really even communicated over text or over at one of their houses.

Lovino had started getting lonely and the hurtful things that the bullies were telling him weren't really helping with his depression. He hadn't seen Antonio in about a week, and they'd only had short conversations over text. Lovino was being much more harsh with his self harm lately, worse than he'd ever been. His entire forearms and thighs were covered in overlapping cuts. The problem was, now that he was so used to hurting himself, he craved the feeling of the knife running over his flesh.

Antonio on the other hand had been having a much better time at school, and he was excited because their 6 month anniversary was coming up in a few days. He was planning on dropping in at Lovino's house with some flowers, and then taking him back to his house for a candlelit dinner, but he wasn't really sure if the Italian would be up for it.

As Antonio finishes up his finals studying, he goes upstairs to take a shower and get ready for bed. Looking over to his bed, he notices his phone was lit up, indicating a message. He picks up his phone and smiles when he sees the message is from none other than his foul-mouthed Italian. His smile is soon wiped away when he reads the message.

'Thanks for everything, Antonio. I really appreciated it, but I can't take this world anymore… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…'

Antonio practically sprints out of his house and to his car, speeding down the street to his boyfriend's house. He throws open the door hastily. "LOVINO!" he screams, running around the house. He eventually finds a cut up, and unconscious Lovino in the bathtub and begins to sob hard. "Lovino… My sweet Lovino…" he whispers, carefully picking up the smaller man.

He carries him out to his car and dials 9-1-1 as he starts to drive toward the hospital.

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

"My friend… I found him in his bathtub. He attempted suicide." Antonio hiccups. "I'm driving toward the hospital now, and if you could send someone to meet me in the middle, that would be great…" he practically whispers, starting to lose his sight due to the tears blurring his vision.

"We have someone on the way, thank you for calling, sir." the operator says before hanging up the phone.

Antonio pulls over the car and looks back at his bloodied boyfriend. "Lovino… Why did you do this…?" he sobs.

When Lovino finally started to wake up, he was confused beyond belief. "How…?" he mumbles to himself, slightly upset that his attempt in killing himself hadn't succeeded.

To his left, Antonio's head shot up at the sound of Lovino's voice. "Lovino!" he shouts, yelling at him in rapid Spanish.

Lovino closes his eyes tightly, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. He didn't want to be here… He wanted to be dead. Why was he still here? Why did he have to continue to suffer in this awful place? Why couldn't he have just died and not have gone through all the slow pain from his blade until he passed out from bloodloss? "WHY!?" he screams, covering up his face with his hands.

Antonio ceases his rant, and instead moves over to the other man, and gently runs his fingers through his hair. "Shh… It's going to be alright… You're okay now… Don't worry…" he whispers soothingly to Lovino.

"I don't want to be okay… I want to be with my parents, Antonio."

Antonio stops his movements through Lovino's hair, struck by the statement that had come out of his boyfriend's mouth. Plus, he had used his full name… Not an insult or a nickname… This meant that Lovino was being 100% serious.

"But… Lovi… I want you to be with me…" he mutters, feeling selfish. "I don't want to lose you to your own suicide… I want to get married… and grow old with you… Even if you die before me of old age, I don't know how I'm going to continue to live on without you…" Antonio sits back in his chair and cries into his hands.

Lovino's chest swells with emotion. He knew that Antonio cared for him, but he didn't know that he meant so much to the Spaniard. "I-I… I didn't know…"

Antonio looks up and shakes his head. "Yes you did know, you stupid Italian… You just didn't realize it." He slowly gets up from his chair and presses a soft kiss to Lovino's chapped lips.

A/N: Ack! I'm sorry! Leave comments on what you thought! Again, I have writer's block, so I'm sorry if I'm moving too quickly! Just let me know nicely if I am! Thank you for reading and I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can!