A/N:…Well, I hope you like this one…:D…Thank you for all the reviews and the favourites and yes Mammon would be next :3
Cozarto really needs more fics xD…Well this is a start xD
The half empty wine glass wavered unsteadily in his hand while he regained his senses lifting it abruptly to his lips.
It's been two days.
His gaze wandered heavily to the stray end table that stood isolated from the other furniture but still its expensive contents were prominently displayed.
Should he?
He shook his head in denial while he heavily filled the goblet with the rich liquid emptying his first wine bottle. Cozarto quickly slugged it down squinting his eyes together as he frustratingly held the bridge of his nose.
It was painful. It was painful drinking more than he should especially since he wasn't used to it.
He drank it in times of pleasure and joy, as a matter of fact he remembered just a few days ago, how the wine stirred incoherently as he clinked it against Giotto's wine glass.
And now he was just spurting unnecessary nonsense out of his mouth.
His dejected eyes drifted towards the end table once again. He sighed under his breath chuckling bitterly to himself.
He missed you.
He missed you very much.
He had nothing of you except for the horribly painted picture of you. He remembered that day when you were so happy, when he could actually see you smiling, laughing.
The painting was good, it was just you. You couldn't even stand still for more than a few minutes in order to get the painting done.
He was watching with his arms crossed over his chest. He couldn't stop laughing either. His cheeky attempts at a few jokes instantly cracked you up causing the painting to go askew anyway.
He loved making you laugh even if it caused you trouble.
You would try to keep a composed face but as soon as it was over, you would rush towards him repeatedly smacking him for his cheekiness.
You were the devil in that sense but he still loved you.
Cozarto absentmindedly let out a chuckle reminiscing the times he had spent with you. He would have to forget them anyway.
You were not the one for him.
It had been two days, just two days and he was over reacting. He couldn't even imagine eternity without you.
He just couldn't.
He bit his lower lip as he rested his head on his palms stubbornly trying to stop the tears that were now welling up. Cozarto reached into his back pocket taking his wallet out carefully.
He opened it slowly taking out the carefully placed photograph gazing at it regretfully. He had to fall in love with you.
He had to; of all people he had to fall for you. You had a family; you had a whole life in front of you. He was thinking about you.
But why couldn't he be selfish for once?
He wanted you. He needed you more than anything but why couldn't he just think about himself for once.
You could move on without him. You were young, you could get someone else.
He didn't want you to anyway, just thinking about the possibility that even at this second you could be with someone else and he couldn't even do anything about it.
Were you with someone else?
It's only been three days but did you already move on like he told you to if the unexpected happened. He just wished he could take back what he said.
He didn't want you to move on even though he knew that for now he was just being stubborn.
But the photo showed that you belonged to him and only him.
His arms wrapped protectively around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You were smiling genuinely holding his cheek lovingly as he saw it.
He loved you and he couldn't take it anymore.
He needed you. If he saw you once that would be enough but then he would have a hard time trying to let go.
Cozarto clutched the picture tightly in his hand as he staggered towards the isolated end table. He reached towards it withdrawing his hand in denial.
He didn't want to do it. He wiped his mouth in frustration with the back of his hand.
He had to.
He stared at the wall patiently grabbing the receiver as he carefully turned the gold dial accordingly. It rang endlessly.
He grew anxious by the minute.
You weren't picking up.
'..H-hello…May I please know who's speaking?'
The corner of his lips tucked itself into a weak smile when he heard your voice. Your voice assuring him that you were probably still alive, that you escaped unharmed.
'H-hello?..' You said slowly, your voice coming out in a hoarse whisper. He held back the urge to talk, to comfort you lovingly so that you wouldn't cry anymore.
'Hello-'
'Is that you, G.?...Did you find Cozarto?...Tell me did you find him..Tell me that he's not dead…' You said frantically the tears streaming down your face once again.
Cozarto covered his mouth with his hands unable to speak in this moment. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't take it anymore.
He took a deep breath, his heart melting as it tore apart hearing you sob through the phone. He bit back the tears that were threatening to fall.
'[Name]…..It's me…'
'Cozarto?!...You're okay…I knew you weren't dead..I knew that Giotto would protect you..He promised me…He p-promised me….You are Cozarto aren't you?...'
He couldn't take it anymore especially now, not when you were crying like this.
He never wanted to see you cry, never but here he was the one who was making you cry.
'[Name]..Yeah..It's me…Why are you crying?..I'm alive aren't I?...So cheer up…'
You let out a weak chuckle hugging the receiver to your ear.
'Where are you?...I was worried sick…And then Giotto told me you died in the b-battle and-'
'That's the way it's supposed to be…From now on I'm a dead man to you….But do you still want to be with me?..'
'What?..'
'But you have to leave everything behind…That's why I don't want you to come here-'
'Cozarto!..Without you I have no future at all…I love you..You should know that by now….And stop thinking about what I want…What do you want?...Do you want to me to come wherever you are?...Do you want me?...'You said slowly wiping the tears that were now freshly streaming down your face.
What did he want exactly?
He wanted you more than anything to be beside him and most of all he wanted to start a new family with you.
'...I want to be with you but-'
'It's decided then…I shall follow the Primo's orders and be there before you know it….I love you, you know…'
'I know…I love you too…Come soon and carefully…' He said softly while the tears streamed down his face but happily this time.
He decided thoroughly that when he was sober to never tell you where he was even though now he broke his promise to himself.
But he was glad he did.
