A car.

Lovino realized that the light that he saw was a car. A freaking car was approaching him slowly and he had thought it's a house. God, how freaking stupid do you have to be to not recognize a car when you see one?

Lovino, now struggling to stay on his feet, suddenly had a feeling he has to get to that car. He had a feeling that everything depended on getting to the car. Maybe someone there will help him? Maybe if he stands in the middle of the road, they'll notice him and stop? He regained a reason to keep fighting and moved to the center of the muddy road he was following.

Smiling weakly, the thought about the warmth of a bed... dry clothes... warm food... Maybe he could be closer to those things he even thought himself? His hopes got really high while thinking about that. He slowed down his walking for a bit, panting.

The car was now closer and he could see the silhouette. He waved his arms over his head to make the driver stop for him.

Slow down... why won't they stop already?

The car was even closer. So close he entirely saw the whole car now. His heart started racing.

''Stop...''

The car was approaching full-speed now, and even if the driver would have hit the brakes, it would've been too late. Lovino realized this on the last minute and threw himself on the ground on the side of the road and watched as the car passed him by. He just watched as the car slowly disappeared in the distance and silence fell once again.

He didn't feel like getting up anymore. What's the point? Where would he even have went? It felt as if the rain was pushing him down to the ground.

There he lied, with only one thing in his mind before he lost consciousness:

That car looked god damn familiar...

...

During the next few days Antonio didn't visit Feliciano. He wasn't going to go there without Lovino. He promised that his brother would come the next time they went to see him, and if he just went there now, with Lovi missing, things would go to shit pretty fast. Until Monday morning, he woke up to loud banging outside the door of his now empty house.

''I'm coming, I'm coming...'' He muttered to his pillow but turned around and kept sleeping. He overslept about five minutes until he was woken again by the door opening.

''We're coming in!'' He heard a familiar voice. Apparently Francis was entering his house with someone, possibly Gilbert. Antonio just mumbled something and pulled the covers over his head.

Someone jumped on his bed.

''Morning! Get up!'' He heard Gilbert's voice.

''I don't want to...''

Francis and Gilbert nodded to each other as a sign to start pulling their friend out of the bed. He left out a small sound and they left him on the floor.

''It's time to get dressed'' Francis told him.

But he was only fully awaken when Gilbert went to get a cup of cold water and poured it on his face.

He got dressed into his usual clothes.

''So why are you here?'' He asked, while pulling his sock in his foot. His face was still dripping with water but he didn't let that bother him.

''We have to go out. To see Feli'' Gilbert explained.

Antonio left out a frustrated groan to his own surprise.

''But I said-'' He tried to explain, but Francis stopped him.

''We know. That's what we need to go tell him. The truth.''

''You can't be serious...''

''Oh yes.'' Gilbert said and laughed, but got serious almost immediately. ''If you won't tell him the truth, then I will.''

Antonio sighed, knowing he had no choice. He wouldn't make the mistake of making others think he's a huge liar twice.

''Alright. Let's go.''

The three walked out of the house together.

The weather was nice. It was sunny once again, after days of rain. Antonio noticed that while sitting in the car on the way to see Feli.

The doctors had been able to move Feli to another hospital department, that's how fast he had gotten better. The danger wasn't still over, but it was better than nothing. Antonio felt worry in his chest as they got out of the car. What if Feliciano gets really angry and never forgives him?

What if he will never want to see him again, and he'll just be alone again?

As they entered Feli's room, they were greeted by a big smile from him.

''Hello! Long time no see, hehe!'' His voice sounded more healthy and more like him this time.

''Hi, Feli.'' Gilbert said and sat on the table.

The room was covered with cards from friends.

Get better soon.

Best wishes.

One of the cards had a tomato on it. It reminded Antonio of what he had come here to tell Feli about. He swallowed and breathed heavily a couple of times.

''Uhh, I'll go use the bathroom.'' Francis said and hit Gilbert with his elbow.

''Wha- Oh! I have to go drink!''

They both left the room, leaving Antonio alone with his confession.

Antonio looked at Feli. Something about his facial expression must've made Feli suspicious, judging by his face.

He sighed and looked at him sadly. Antonio sat beside him on a chair. He was twiddling his fingers nervously.

''Feli, I don't...-'' He tried to say as he looked at his shoes on the ground.

''Why did you lie? Antonio.'' He looked disappointed, staring him in the eyes with his piercing glare.

Antonio raised his head and looked at Feliciano.

''Because I didn't know what else I could have done at the moment...''

''You could have told the truth.'' Feliciano didn't look angry. Just sad. ''Where's he?'' he whispered, looking away.

Antonio was holding back tears.

''I don't know.''

He covered his face with his hands.

''I don't know...''