As Lovino walked in the bitter rain, he began to notice something. A mysterious light in the horizon. Maybe it was a house? It gave him new hope. He was exhausted from all the walking and his body was screaming for a break. He sighed and seated himself on the wet, muddy ground. He was happy to rest.
Rain water pouring on his face, he was drenched from the head to the heels. It had been this way for the past two days, so he guessed you could say he was used to it.
What if this is it? He thought.
What if this is what he would end up doing? Just walking away in physical and mental pain?
No. He was better than that. He deserved better.
Actually, he was glad that the fucking idiot finally admitted it. Even if it wasn't straight to his face, he still did. Now Lovino had a completely new start in his life! Maybe he could put up a happy life from now on? Move somewhere far away and completely leave everything behind and simply just forget?
...No. How could he fucking forget?
If someone saw him now, they'd think he's a poor homeless bastard. Well, he kind of was, but... still. He found it utterly unbelievable that he had survived as long as this, he had always thought he was super weak. Maybe that wasn't entirely the truth, either?
He got up again, now even more muddy, and tried to go on with the walking. He was so exhausted, he just wanted to fall down and start sleeping right there. It would've surely been a lot nicer than to walk so much that seemed like a thousand miles.
I wonder how Feli is doing? Lovino hadn't heard from his brother in a long time, and probably wouldn't now that he was in the middle of fucking nowhere. He remembered all the times he was ignored because of Feliciano. When they were children, everyone would always adore and come see fratello. No one ever even asked: Where's your brother? Probably just rotting in some creepy Spaniard's house. He didn't care about Lovino either. He still failed to hate Feliciano.
Geez, he thought to himself as he was slowly approaching the light in the distance he was now following. Now that he thought of it, it was clear. That tomato bastard never paid much attention to him as a child, and when he did it was because he needed food. He had just blindly followed Antonio all those years...
What for?
What had he ever gotten from being with that idiot? When was he being advanced by being with him? Now that he indeed thought about it, (he even stopped to think for a while) he realized that nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Why had he still loved him so blindly? What's the point of loving someone when you know they'll never love you back?
He now realized it. He now realized how stupid he was.
Well not anymore...
He was never to return to his past life. Ever.
As he walked down the road he suddenly realized a horrible pain in his hurt leg. He stopped and looked down on it.
What?
It was covered in blood. Maybe when he fell down on the ground he had made a wound and just simply not noticed it?
He felt dizzy. If he could only just close his eyes for a second... He was struggling to stay awake. He was so tired that he didn't even care anymore.
No, he thought. He had to reach that light ahead... maybe someone will take care of him there? Maybe...
Wait.
Was he just getting too tired or were there two lights now?
...
''What the hell, bro?'' Gilbert asked, annoyed, when they shut the door of the hospital room behind them.
''Yeah, why did you say that? We don't even freaking know where Lovi is!'' Francis joined him.
Antonio sighed. ''I know... I just had to say something to him...''
''Well why didn't you tell the truth? Now you're just in some deep shit.'' Gilbert went on.
Antonio let anger and frustration take the better of him.
''How could I have told him the truth? How could I have told him now that he's doing at least a bit better?!''
Gilbert looked surprised for just a second.
''He wouldn't want to even see me anymore!''
Francis and Gilbert shared a glance.
''And then I'd just end up losing him, too.''He pushed Francis and Gilbert aside and walked past them to the rain outside.