Just when things started looking better, things went wrong. Of course. Luddy completely forgot that he was only stationed in Italy for so long. He had to go back to Germany.

The call came as he was finishing dinner with Feli. He left, and when he came back, Luddy had no idea what to do or what to say.

Finally, Feli asked, "Luddy. . . What's wrong?"

At that point, Luddy had been subconsciously mumbling into his plate. "Oh, I. . . I'm sorry, Feliciano, there's no real way to say this. I. . . My job makes me move around a lot."

He glanced up to see the trembling of Feli. It . . . hurt.

"You're leaving me, aren't you?" Feli asked.

"I don't know." Luddy sighed, rubbing his face with a hand and standing. "I've got to go pack." And Luddy left, without another word. To his room, that is.

What was Luddy supposed to do? And what was if he felt? It was. . . It was pain, it was something tight in his chest. Like heartburn. But it was also warm and fuzzy and. . . All that Ludwig could think about-no, wanted to think about-was Feli. Feli. It sounded nice on the tongue, don't you think?

Gah, Luddy had to stop thinking like this. No. He was leaving. He didn't have a choice. Luddy wasn't going to fall in love. No. There was no such thing.

But hadn't he promised forever? And in that, subconsciously, Luddy had promised his heart as well.

He sat in his room for hours with his head in his hands, going back and forth in his head. I love him, I love him not.

It was slightly hopeless, Luddy finally realized, just like love. Love was simply . . . there. A part of everyone and everything. There was no hiding from it. He just had to face it. Yeah. He could do that.

Luddy wiped his hands on his pants as he walked back downstairs.

"Feliciano. I want you to come with me."

Feli looked up from washing plates. "Huh? Oh, really?! I'd really love that!" It seemed that both their days had suddenly brightened.

"What made up your mind?" Feli asked, starting to dry. "Oh, and where are we going?!"

"Feli. . . I love you."

Author's Note: I feel like I've made Feli a bit of a crybaby in this story. And it's almost over! Wahhhh!

I know I never clarified what Luddy's job actually is. I'm not actually sure myself. . . We'll just say he's a military general. And, yeah, I missed the cutoff for the story. . .

So, peoples, review, comment, whatever you wanna call it. Just go. Now. Or else.

-TN