Do you love me?
Lovino slowly read the text that ________ had sent him.
Of course I do! Ti amo tanto!
Lovino quickly replied back. He waited.
I love you too, Lovi. Always and forever! You’re my whole world.
He received the text a couple minutes later.
I’d do anything for you. Ti amo.
Another text was sent from ______ shortly after.
Suddenly he wasn’t in his room anymore. He was in a cold, foggy place, standing in front of a grave stone. He looked down and read the name. His eyes widened as he could feel his heart shatter into pieces. The name was __________ __________.
Lovino’s eyes shot open, tears streaming down the sides of his face. His heart beat fast, sweat rolled down the sides of his face. His wide eyes stared at the ceiling, never blinking. Hands clutched the bed sheet so hard that he could feel his nails digging into his palms. Everything was quiet, except for the sound of Lovino’s deep breathing.
Calm the fuck down. It’s just a dream, dammit. Nothing’s going to happen.
Lovino tried to reassure himself, closing his eyes to calm himself.
Just forget about it.
Lovino repeated that phrase in his head. But the more he did, the more paranoid he got.
Dreams can come true. Just think about that dream you had about _______.
Lovino’s eyes opened. He remembered that dream. Two years ago he had a dream that _______ would ask him out. It came true the next day at school.
“Shit! I have to protect _______!” Lovino grabbed his phone and dialed the number quickly, placing it next to his ear immediately after.
The phone beeped. It beeped again. And again…and again…increasing his anxiety.
“Hello?” Lovino finally heard a sound other than beeps.
“_________! Uh I mean, Ciao. What are you doing?”
“Hey Lovi. I’m just doing housework, nothing special. What about you?”
“I just woke up. So anyways, can I come over?” Lovino tried to sound calm.
________ giggled, “Sure! It’ll be boring though.”
Lovino smiled. “Great! See you soon. Ciao.”
“Ciao,” _______ replied before Lovino hung up.
Lovino jumped out of bed, quickly throwing on a white T-shirt and jeans. He grabbed his phone and keys and ran out the door.
“Ragazza, let me do something,” Lovino laid on the couch on his stomach, hands on both sides of his face, staring at ________.
“No, Lovi. You’re the guest,” ________ was dusting objects in the house.
“I don’t fucking care,” he whined.
_______ turned to look at him, smiling when she saw his face. “Alright fine. I guess you can vacuum.” _______ pointed to the corner where the vacuum resided.
Lovino jumped off the couch and headed straight for the vacuum in the corner of the room. He plugged it in and began his work, moving the vacuum back and forth in slow, even strokes. The loud noise from the vacuum filled the room, making everything inaudible. Lovino watched ________ as she dusted off objects in the living room. She had just dusted off the TV and was now making her way to a glass cabinet.
Lovino smiled as he watched _______. She was beautiful, he knew that, but there was something about the way she cleaned; maybe it was the way the hem of her dress swayed back and forth or maybe it was the way her hands moved as she cleaned. He wasn’t exactly sure. As he kept staring at ________, his heart skipped a beat.
Did that cabinet just…move?
He closed his eyes for a moment, opened them, and blinked a few times. He stared at the cabinet again. His eyes, now full of panic, widened.
It’s fucking falling!
________ didn’t notice anything, which is why she freaked when she was knocked onto the ground, Lovino on top of her.
“What the he-” she stopped, eyes widening as the cabinet collapsed onto the ground, the glass shattering into smaller pieces and flying in different directions.
“Are…are you ok?!” Lovino’s voice filled with worry.
________ didn’t say anything, as she was still in shock about what had just happened. She stared at Lovino’s face, which was above hers. His eyes were filled with worry and tears, a sight that _______ had never seen before. He had a small cut on his cheek, probably from the glass.
________ smiled, wrapping her arms tightly around Lovino’s abdomen. “I’m ok.”
Lovino did the cleaning for the rest of the day and made _______ relax. She put up a fight at first, pouting and being stubborn, but he won in the end.
He made pizza for her when he was done. They relaxed on the couch after that, cuddling and staying close to each other.
Hours past and it was already eleven.
“Can I stay here for the night?” Lovino asked.
At least that way I’ll be sure that nothing happens to you.
“Sure,” ________ smiled, yawning.
They walked up the stairs and into _______’s room. _______ changed into a tank top and sweats, while Lovino just undressed himself and jumped in bed in his underwear.
_______ snuggled up next to Lovino. “Goodnight,”
“Sogni d'oro,” Lovino kissed her on the forehead.
Lovino’s eyes flew open, tears flowing down the sides of his face.
The dream appeared again.
Based on the clock, it was nine in the morning. Thankfully, ________ was still sleeping so he wouldn’t have to explain his tears.
Why is it back?
Lovino didn’t know why the dream appeared again. He had saved _______ yesterday from getting crushed and cut by glass and he had made sure that she didn’t do anything dangerous.
He quietly slipped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, falling on the floor. He clasped his head, the tears falling down once more.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
The thought of something bad happening to _________ made his heart clench. _______ was everything to him. She was the first person that truly loved him and made him feel useful. If something happened to her, he wasn’t sure if he could keep on living.
He knew he was going to spend the whole day with her.
And he did.
Yet nothing happened to ________ the whole day.
“Lovi! Thank you so much for the clothes! Thank you! Thank you!” ________ said cheerfully as Lovino locked _________’s door. She gently set her new clothes down on the floor and ran over to wrap her arms around Lovino.
“Prego,” Lovino said flatly, blushing. “Anyways, um _______?”
_______ looked up, “Yeah?”
“Can I um, crash at your place…again?” Lovino finally asked.
She closed her eyes and smiled. “Sure!”
_________ grabbed Lovino’s arm ran upstairs to her bedroom. She changed into her PJs and jumped into bed. Lovino undressed and followed, lying right next to her.
________ rested her head on his chest. “Good night Lovi.”
“Dormi bene, ________.”
The dream kept appearing. Not one night did he get a break from it. And not only did it keep appearing, but it was getting more intense. The dreams, Lovino recalled, appeared quicker, as if it was a tape on fast forward and repeated. Splattered blood made a short appearance in between scenes. At first it was hard to spot, but as the days past, the blood appeared longer and was very common in his dreams.
Every time the dream appeared, Lovino would spend every hour, every minute, every second with ________. He had to protect her, had to keep her safe from the tragedy that was to happen in the future.
But Lovino was oblivious to ________’s growing irritation. He was too busy worrying about _______’s safety to notice.
On the sixth day, he finally noticed.
“Lovi, you don’t have to be near me so much,” Lovino couldn’t sense the annoyance in her voice.
“But, I want to, damn it,” he held _______’s hand as they sat on the park bench. No one was there, since it was almost midnight.
“Lovi, what I’m saying is-”
“________, I’m going to stay with you.” Lovino interrupted, his voice stern.
________ drew her hand away from Lovino and stood up, anger written all over her face. “God dammit, Lovi! I want my fucking space! For nearly a week, you’ve spent every fucking second with me, and I’m tired of it!”
“But ________! I’m trying to keep you safe!” Lovino almost yelled.
“You’re calling ‘annoying the living shit out of me’ safe?” ________ growled.
“I’ve had these dreams and-”
“Dreams don’t come true, dammit!” _______ sighed in annoyance. “You know what? I’m going back home. Don’t follow me.” She turned around and started walking away.
Lovino ran towards _______, tears about to fall down his face. “But-”
The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, clutching his cheek.
“Don’t follow me, bastard!” ________ yelled. She turned around and walked faster, away from Lovino.
Dammit, _________. The tears finally escaped, falling freely down Lovino’s face.
“God, what the hell is wrong with Lovino?! I just want space and he can’t fucking give it to me. And then he was using dreams as an excuse? I don’t think so!” _______ whispered loudly.
She was pacing down the streets, past closed shops and restaurants. There was no one in sight, which made her slightly worried, but she was more focused on getting home and being away from Lovino.
She walked past an alley, and was about to turn the corner when she was noticed that two men were stalking her.
She turned around to confront them. One of them had messy blonde hair and wore black shades with a leather jacket to match. The other was bald and wore a tank top, which showed his tattoo covered arms.
“Hey there, cutiepie. You got some money on ya?” The blonde said in a bittersweet voice as he stared at her purse.
________ threw her purse at him, hoping to end it quickly so she could go home. But before she could turn around and run the hell away, the man covered in tattoos grabbed her shoulder with so much force that it started to hurt.
“Hey, how about you stay with us for a little bit?” The man licked his lips.
A shiver went down her spine. “How about no?” ________ freed herself from his grip and started to sprint down the streets, only to be grabbed tightly and punched in the stomach. The blonde started to lead her into the alley.
With her free hand, _______ gripped the pole of a sign and kicked the man in the crotch. The other raced towards her, but ended up getting kicked in the stomach. ________ closed her hand into a fist and was about ready to punch him, but instead, she was thrown into a wall by the blonde.
_______ whimpered. The blow left excruciating pain in her arm.
The blonde repeatedly kicked _______ in the stomach and she let out sharp cries in response. The man grabbed her (h/c) hair and dragged her into the alley, just far enough to be out of sight.
Even though ________ was injured, she still put up a fight. When the men launched at her, she kicked them as hard as she could and bit them when their arms came close enough to her face. She punched them in the face when she had the chance and screamed as loud as she could.
The screams earned her a couple punches in the face. _______ clutched the injured areas.
“Let’s just kill her,” The tattooed man said flatly. Both of the men were losing interest.
The blonde grabbed his gun from his pocket and pointed it towards he chest.
“Sweet dreams,” The man let out a sadistic laugh.
________ closed her eyes. She didn’t want it to end like this. Not ever. She just wanted to get home, rest and maybe talk things through with Lovino.
She realized that she was going to leave the world without making things better with him. That made a tear fall down her face.
“I’m sorry, Lovi,” _______ whispered. “I love you.”
The gunshot rang out. Both men ran out of the alley. Yet, ________ couldn’t feel anything. She slowly opened her eyes.
What she discovered made her feel like a bullet actually went straight through her heart.
Lovino lay face down on the alley floor in front of her in a puddle of blood.
“Lovi!” ________ screamed, tears racing down her cheeks as she carefully turned Lovino over.
________ quickly took out her phone and called the ambulance, hanging up when she was done.
“Lovi! Lovi! Lovi! W-wake up! Wake up! Please!” _________ sobbed.
A quiet groan escaped Lovino’s lips. He opened his eyes, meeting _______’s tear filled eyes.
“___-________,” Lovino said in a barely audible voice.
________ felt more relieved. She took his hand in hers and held it gently near her heart. “I-I’m here L-lovi,
Lovino gave a faint smile. With his free hand, Lovino gingerly brushed away ________’s tears. “Shhh shh don’t cry ________.”
________ tried to stop crying and gave a small smile back. For Lovino’s sake.
The life in Lovino’s hand was becoming fainter and fainter. “I-it’s going to be ok. It’s going to be ok. The ambulance will be here soon,” She tightened her grip on Lovino’s hand. “Hold on. Hold on…p-please.”
Life was leaving Lovino’s body. He was holding onto whatever life remained in him. It was like he was hanging onto a tearing piece of rope above a turbulent river. The rope, his life, was losing strength, and it was giving into the burden it carried. It would soon break and he would fall into the alluring darkness of death.
“Do…do you love me?” Lovino asked, smiling.
________ stared at him, eyes wide and about to overflow with more tears. She said in a gentle voice, “Of course I do! I love you so much!”
A tear fell down Lovino’s cheek. “Anch'io ti amo, ________. Always and forever. You’re my whole world.” He closed his eyes, “I’d do anything for you. I love you.”
The Lovino…who had always refused to say “I love you” in English…
Lovino’s hand fell limp in ________’s hand.
________’s eyes widened, “L-lovi? N-no! No! Y-you can’t be dead. Lovi! P-please Lovi!”
He lay there, limp and lifeless as _________ clutched his hand, pouring out tears of lament.
“Ti amo, Lovi,” She managed to say through her sobs.
The only sounds that could be heard for the rest of the night were the sirens of the ambulance that arrived too late.