The Melody

°•prologue•°

Cream walls surrounded a soft, almost baby blue and pink covered queen bed. A bed covered in nearly nine hundred blue blankets, six different pillows and a few stuffed animals.

Almost as if a child were to live in the room.

The room was quiet, peaceful even. The way the curtains flowed with every soft burst of wind, the way the flowers on the desk occasionally touched the wall, photos painted dearly from artists he adored. His room was beautiful.

Tears dripped from his bright crystal green eyes, to his cheeks, and very quickly to his pillow. He didnt dare to swipe the salty droplets from his cheeks, just letting this drop as they pleased.

He stared off at a wall, his mind blank as he had no thoughts. His face stilled with zero emotion but he felt rather saddened deep down by the fact he would never hear the beautiful songs of the birds in the early mornings of which they woke. He wished to one day hear those words they chirped and sung until their little bodies grew tired and hungry.

The younger male hadnt noticed his door opening, a man with dark hair which helped flash his attire, causing much of an awe expression on most people in public. The man walked in and into the others view, quickly kneeling down and pressing his much tanner palm against his pale cheek, pushing the tear from his eyelid onto his own very thumb, giving the younger man a soft smile full of sympathy.

He was tired of that look. All they did was give him the look of sympathy though he knew very well had he not interacted with these individuals and explain his dreams and plans, they wouldnt have had to go through the pain they suffered in the end.

They would never have had to die.

Giorno shook his head no, frowning ever so lightly as he lifted his hands up to the elders face, covering his eyes in attempt to rid of the look that burdened so deeply. He did not want to see it ever again.

It made him sick and he felt as though he did not deserve that forgiveness that they all bathed him in.

He wished he had gotten the stand that his family and few individuals were "blessed" with, rather moving time forward, he would like to have gone backwards. To figure out a way for his own life and dreams to never interlock with the ones he stole.

The other man raised his hands taking the smaller hands into his own and sighing, he just stared at him before laughing a bit.

He let go of his hands and began to sign to him.

How did you sleep?

It was a simple question but everyone asked him this, at least those who could sign properly did, and it made him very happy.

Just fine, it was a little colder last night no?

It was freezing last night, the winter had just begun and although most of the times it remained rather warm, the night had been so cold.

You noticed too? Abbacchio told me I was crazy. Anyways, get ready for breakfast. I let Mista and Abbacchio make most of it as I had an early meeting with some of the other gangs. Let's hope it's good.

Bruno laughed wholeheartedly, standing up slowly before gently patting the boys head and walking out of his room to allow him to change.

The younger just smile, wiping away the rest of his tears and getting out of bed.

Those two making breakfast? How brave of Bruno to make such a decision.