"Arthur, you just don't understand. Do you?" Lovino asked him, his foot tapping on the ground of pure exasperation.

Arthur shook his head.

"I see." Lovino sighed, walking away from him. "I'll talk to you, later."

He headed to his first class, and took a seat next to his friend, one of the closest people to him besides Antonio, Bella. She looked at him, sorrow in his eyes as she took his little body in for a hug. "I'm so sorry, Lovi."

"I know."

"At least you're at school."

"It's hard though."

Hard, it was. A thing so vital to you just taken away from you in seconds was horrible, and Lovino knew that. He sighed again, he didn't even want to be here today. His mind was racing, pounding of a headache and it hurt him, a lot. Everything still hurt him, and he prayed each night since Antonio died that he would answer his prayers, if prayers were even worth it.

Was it worth it though?

"I... It's hard, Bella. It really is." said Lovino. He took out his red notebook and a bit-up pencil and started to write a math problem on the whiteboard. It was a hard one, and Lovino thought about it. It was the first time Lovino could actually think and he didn't know why.

"Bella, do you think he could've died that way? Usually my papa salts the road in the afternoon, and it's almost never slippery out there."

"Hm, true that."

"What if some asshole killed him! Like a planned murder or some shit."

"Then you'll have to see; check with the police."

"Hm..."

Bella tilted her head to his notebook where he was writing down some things. "You did that wrong."

"I did? Yeah, well I don't even care anyway. What's the point?"

"I don't know."

"Well shit." Lovino sighed and tossed his pencil down onto his notebook annoyed at the whole world.

'Somehow you cannot deny me,

For one there is a plea.

The second the sea.'

-Antonio Carriedo

Age 16.

Lovino was wonderstruck as he came home that day, walking across the long street by the water where Antonio crashed and supposedly died from 'icy' roads. His eyes drifted to the water, constant worrying that Antonio didn't die of a driving accident, it was more of a murder. He kneeled down to the dark pavement, running his hand over the coarse black road. As he lifted his tender finger up, he noticed that there was a pellet of a white substance. He looked at it, concerned.

What was this object?

He took a plastic bag from his lunchsack, and quickly put it in there, being careful not to put it on his skin using the plastic bag. He didn't know what it was, it looked like ice from the outside. It didn't smell like anything in particular, so he would take it to Arthur's house for a diagnosis.

Arthur was a chemist.

He was studying chemistry ever since Lovino could remember, and that was when they both met in elementary school when they were seven years old. His parents wanted to raise all their sons, which was four altogether, to make them successful. The eldest, Scot, was going to be an architect; the two twins, Rhys and Ian, were both going to be doctors; and Arthur, of course, was going to be a chemist.

Lovino was amazed on how of good students the Kirkland family was.

'Some way you will find your way,

During the uttermost luck.

Your eyes show boredom,

But your heart shows sorrow.

Believe in yourself,

And make it big.'

-Antonio Carriedo

Age 16. Age 15.