Months passed in a similar peaceful manner, the calm before the coming storm. The days were always a bitter grey, the nights a softly glowing sea of calm forest green and burning, loving vermilion red. It wasn't perfect- nothing was- but it was more than they could ask for.
The saying goes 'all good things must come to an end', and so it was such with their beautiful, blossoming romance. To put it simply, Alejandro's father found out and something about seeing his son kissing another boy beneath the flowering apple tree was enough to send him into one hell of a rage.
"Alejandro, get your pathetic puta* ass over here right now!" his father called, nothing but hatred and disgust in his voice that masked a deep, deep fear. Alenjandro could only whisper run to his love, walking bravely into his fate.
He was not so lucky as his son would be. He was in the hospital again for several months, nearly every bone in his body was broken, and, worse yet, he had to go back home to more of the same. It didn't end until he got a girlfriend, Maria. He knew, deep, deep down that he was still gay, he was still in love with his beautiful angel Flavio, but his family accepted him, he was loved at last.
And it wasn't as if Flavio hadn't gotten a new lover either, he'd ended up with a quiet Japanese girl from across the street. Of course, neither of them really loved each other, and they understood that, but it was necessary to keep them both safe. They had a son, Lovino, and raised him until he was six years old.
Sakura, Flavio's wife, was the first to fall ill, dying at the young age of twenty eight. Flavio was not long behind, though not from sickness.
No.
He died pushing Alejandro out of the way of a speeding car, his spine crunching beneath the heavy wheels of the vehicle. Screams and sobs rang out in the empty small town air, all from the man who seemed to have no heart. And in Flavio's last remaining moments, he was kissed.
*I left this one feminine to keep the insult as horrible as possible