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Ludwig huffed as he heard the doorbell, the sound he once loved he now detested. Whenever their postman, rang the doorbell, it meant he had a package, as far as Ludwig knew Gilbert hadn't ordered anything offline, and he himself definitely hadn't, which meant only one thing, Feliciano was trying to win his favour by sending more presents.
"Good morning, Tino," Ludwig said gruffly as he opened the door, completely forgetting he was wearing only his mint green boxers and black work-out shirt.
The short blond man looked him up and down, deciding to ignore his appearance. "Good morning ," he said cheerily, holding out two packages and a small pile of letters, "These are for you."
Ludwig frowned, looking at the largest package, "I don't want this one."
"Why not?" Tino said cheerily, "It's from that Italian boy of yours," he chuckled softly, his smile dropping after a moment as Ludwig continued staring at the box, seeming almost emotionless, "You have to take it Ludwig, I can't keep it," he explained, "Just throw it away if you don't want it."
Ludwig huffed, saying a short and annoyed sounding 'thank you' before closing the door and taking the packages through to the kitchen, putting them on the table and sorting the letters.
One package was for Gilbert, the other for him. He pulled out his phone and texted his brother, ignoring the multiple facebook messages from Feliciano as he had done for the past week and a half.
'You got a package, looks like a game?' he texted.
Gilbert hadn't told him he was expecting anything.
He glared at the package Feliciano had sent him, gritting his teeth before pulling the box open, beginning to pull out the contents.
A silver watch, a new wallet, a leather notebook, a fountain pen and an array of Italian sweets.
It all looked very expensive.
Ludwig huffed as he looked at it, moving himself to the first-aid cupboard and pulling out his depression medication, popping a couple of the pills into his mouth and taking a swig of water before sitting back at the table, looking in the box to see if he'd missed anything, finding a small brown envelope.
He opened it carefully, biting his lip and huffing as he began to read the apology the letter contained, Feliciano plea for him to forgive him, that he'd not meant any harm and that he'd do anything to get him back, to prove he hadn't meant it.
Ludwig grit his teeth through anger, tearing up the letter and throwing the pieces on the floor. Sure, he'd not meant to tell everyone about his depression, what else had he not meant? What about all the times he'd told Ludwig he loved him? Had he mean that?
He growled softly, looking at the object on the table, 'presents' most likely bought with the money Feliciano had made using him as a prop.
Mummy can I get a Feliciano Vargas CD?
Of course sweetheart, 5 euros goes towards helping poor helpless boys with mental problems.
He scoffed to himself, pushing the objects onto the floor, stamping hard on the watch, smashing the glass front and kicking it across the room.
He couldn't believe Feliciano would try to buy him back.
This was the most upset he'd felt since he and Feli had broken up, but this time it wasn't sadness or betrayal he felt, he just felt mad, he'd never felt this angry.
He pulled his phone out again, getting up his facebook chat with Feliciano, his hands clenching around the phone as he wrote, he could feel the heat in his face, his breath coming out in short pants.
'Don't you dare send me anything else Feliciano, I don't want to talk to you ever again, I want nothing to do with you, I hate you so much.'
He slammed the phone back down on the table, pushing his fingers into his hair and digging his nails into his scalp, the pain helping to calm him somehow.
He let out a loud growl, stamping his feet on the floor.
The phone bleeped, his eyes snapping to it.
If Feliciano had sent some bullshit reply begging for his forgiveness he was going to throw a fit.
No, it was a text from Gilbert, fan-squealing that the package was a game that he wasn't meant to get for another week, they must have sent it to him early.
That distraction was enough to distract Ludwig from his rage. He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. Maybe it would be a good idea for him to go for a run? Maybe it would help him clear his head.
He took a pair of joggers from the tumble drier and pulled them on, putting on his running shoes and taking the keys to the front door.
He'd taken up jogging since his depression had been diagnosed, his therapist had suggested it as a way for him to get his mind off of whatever was causing him distress.
The fresh air and exercise was meant to be beneficial for him, meant to release endorphins and help his body fight the depression naturally. It was the same reason he'd been told to eat more bananas and nuts, though he wasn't fond of either.
It worked, that was one thing. He kept going till his muscles burned and he felt like throwing up, until he couldn't go anymore.
He stopped on the corner, panting loudly and holding onto the fence to stop himself from falling. The pain of it distracted him, the burning in his legs made him feel so much better. He turned to hobble back to the house, he wasn't sure how far he'd run, he tried to run back but simply couldn't.
"Ludwig?" a familiar foreign accent called, Ludwig turned his head and frowned.
"Kiku," he said in return, continuing to walk.
The smaller man jogged over to him, walking alongside him. "Are you ok?" he asked, "You look pale and you're limping…"
Ludwig nodded, continuing to walk and wishing he'd not exhausted himself so he could walk faster, he really didn't want to talk.
"Uh," Kiku started, biting his lip and looking down, entwining his fingers, "…I heard what happened with Feliciano."
Ludwig huffed, "Of course you did."
It had been a surprise that Feliciano hadn't turned it into a big media circus, doing big interviews about how Ludwig had smashed his heart for no reason.
Kiku frowned, "You don't have to snap at me." Ludwig wasn't aware he had snapped. "I am sorry though Ludwig… but I did tell you this would happen, I said it would end badly."
Ludwig glared at the black haired man, his temper rising again, he grit his teeth, "Fuck off Kiku," he said loudly, fully intending to snap. "I don't want to talk to you, you've already proved you aren't my friend, why are you even here."
"Because I am your friend Ludwig, and you've just been through a break up and I want to help you through it," he said calmly.
Ludwig grit his teeth, stopping in his tracks and turning his head to look at Kiku, "You are here to gloat, Kiku, you wanted this to end badly, and you are not my friend. Get out of my sight Kiku."
He summoned all the strength and will he had and forced himself to jog forward, leaving Kiku in his dust. He turned the corner, now able to see his home, he felt like his heart was going to explode, he could feel his pulse throbbing through his body.
He stumbled into the house, panting loudly, each breath tearing at his chest, pain radiating through him.
He fell onto the sofa, trying to calm his breathing, he closed his eyes and let out a small moan, laying still till he fell asleep, exhausted.
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