I promise you this will be the sloppiest chapter ever, since I have no recollection of the actual room. I'll just cram Lovi's crap suicidal plans in this super short chapter. Since it's mother's day, you get some more info on Lovi's mom :D

The main Italian Renaissance room was huge - stately in an old fashion way with those high ceilings and cold stone floors. The walls completely covered in paintings, silver dishes, and tapestries that must've cost a mint. Though crowded, the junk on the walls maintained and orderly elegance in a way that a human being could never dream of. You have to admit, how many people do you actually know that can keep their crap together with a messed up life? I have respect for that room, since I could never keep my crap about me like it could.

Apparently, the others agreed with me - unless ooing and aahing suddenly became sounds of disgust.

Lizzy immediately ran to examine the Italian paradise in front of her. I'm glad there was hope for her since she's only ever loved Dali. Tino slumped onto the velvety bench in the center of the room, completely bored. I guess there's no hope for him.

"Wow...This is amazing~!" Antonio, that ass, exclaimed. "You were wise to bring us here, Feli~!"

My bastard brother beamed. "Vee~! Thanks!"

I wanted to strangle my brother, not because of all the positive attention he got from Mr. Tomato ass, but because he deserved it. Even I knew it. Feli's basically nice and supportive all the time. During the time when mom died, he was the one hugging me in the pouring rain with the black umbrella in one hand and a cross necklace in the other.

Feli's the personification of...child-like innocence, something I had lost long ago. He's so optimistic that it's disgusting. His skin was pure, if you aren't counting the times he's tripped and badly skinned his knee. I doubt he's ever even thought of sticking a toothpick in his arm. I bet when he dies, he'll be in heaven as an angel, flying around with damn crappy white wings and glory.

I'm not going to hesitate to admit it, I was as jealous as Lucifer and his demons down in hell. I was jealous that Feli didn't carry that same burden I still did from when mom died. He wasn't as dependent as I, the eldest child, was on her. It was humiliating. Was I more of a pathetic bastard than he was? God, how did I look to people? Did they see me as some incapable asshat? What was my mom in heaven thinking? What did Antonio think?

Hell, it always circled back to Antonio. Freaking perfect Antonio. I hated my heart.

I must have had some sort of pained look on my face 'cause Kiku was suddenly next to me, hand on my shoulder. This was weird, since Kiku hates physical contact, but I guess I didn't mind. "Come, let's sit."

I obliged since nothing was worse than Kiku's wrath.

"Lovino-kun."

I glanced at him, wondering if this was a cue for one of his stupid "let's talk about feelings" rants. But even he seemed in awe of this room - this symbol of perfection at its grandest. That tranquil face vaguely reminiscent of the happy child he used to be. I realized he had lost that glow around the time my mother had died - but then that might've been a coincidence since money was harder to earn around then.

But maybe not. Everyone loved my mother - my neighbors, my friends, people I hope go to fucking hell... Rosaria Vargas was the light we'd been living without for a long time. Maybe our little town was growing dim as people lost their hope the way Kiku had, the way Tino had, the way I had...

Part of me wondered why I was thinking of this now, in the middle of a public art gallery with a ton of my friends around me. Why did this come to me at the most embarrassing time? The last thing i wanted was for one of my random classmates to walk in and see me sulking...

But looking around, I realized the reason. Everyone in this town - the crazy hentai fanclub members, the bullies that lined the halls of the school, the random kids I didn't know that sat on the bus next to me...Everyone in this beautiful cruel world. They all had some sort of ghost in their mind, a reminder that they weren't perfect. We, like this room, were filled with crap that we somehow kept together. I think my mom did that the best.

I have to admit I fucking cried.

Yes, that is a SnK reference, if any of you caught that.

Honestly, I've been getting these ideas about some sort of...light of the town. You know? I'm going through possibilities but it's really hard to single out someone. There are just so many happy people in this universe.

Okay, I'm promising romance in the next chapter. You can yell at me if it doesn't happen, but I'm 99.9% sure.

See you in the next chappy! :D