Some things never last, but will this?

Chapter Four; It's out.

Mista's POV.

"I cheated on Giorno."

Mista spoke out to Fugo who's grip tightened on his turtle neck. The guilt dripped into his head for what he had done, especially after hearing himself say it. He feared to look his friend in the eyes, he could practically feel the heat of rage that's coming off of Fugo right now. He had every right to be angry with him, hell he was angry with himself. But after some courage he finally looked back into his friends eyes, Fugo looked shocked, his eyes wide. But Fugo's eyes weren't even on him, they were directed to the..
Stairwell.
Oh no.

Mista slowly turned his head to look back at the stairwell, and goodness if only he had done it sooner, because as soon as he looked back. There was a heartbroken Giorno standing there, his eyes were glossed over as they looked as if they were about to pop out of his head. He could see how the blondes jaw is Tensed while his hands were fisting at the side of his sweater he had changed into.

Mista could feel Fugo's grip almost immediately letting go of his turtle neck, making the fabric slap him in his neck. How could I have been such an idiot? I should've been quiet.. I should have checked before I said anything. Hell, I shouldn't have even cheated in the first place.
As Mista stared at his boyfriend, the other only held a poker face for so long until you could almost see it contort into a face he's only seen when Giorno had woken up from a nightmare, expect this time he made him have that face. He did this to him, how could he? He slowly took a step forward to Giorno after moving aside from the coffee table, only causing the blonde to flinch. This made his heart ache, seeing that he could cause such a sight.

Mista was about to take another step until he felt a firm grip on his shoulder and when he looked back at Fugo who had grabbed a hold onto him he heard footsteps running up the stairs so when he looked back, Giorno was gone. He really did fuck up..
"Mista.. Don't go after him right now." Fugo spoke, making Mista's head snap back to look at him.
"The hell I can't?!" Mista spat already tugging away from his touch, only causing Fugo to tighten his grip onto him, shaking his head.
"You're only going to make it worse if you do." Fugo spoke again, his voice firm.
"Like the situation isn't already bad enough! I have to.. Talk to him!" Mista said, agitated before officially tugging away from him and quickly ran up the stairs and away from an angry Fugo, whom was telling protests to Mista's decision.

Giorno's POV.

Giorno couldn't lie, he was used to heart breaks. Never necessarily romantic ones, but they were heart breaks nonetheless. He dealt with them throughout his childhood with his mom denying him and leaving him alone 24/7, then added onto it, the man who his mother married, his step father who was abusive made it all worse. It broke his heart and yet he never cried. But the older he grew, the more it all built up as it screwed with his head. And so after the three of they're friends had died, he blamed himself for it. It made the most sense right? And so on, with it all building up, he began to have night terrors constantly, every night, every time he fell asleep during work they haunted him all until he broke down once, he refused to let anyone into his room that evening as he croaked and cried into his hands. And at the time, his friend Mista who wouldn't let that slide broke into his room and held him throughout that time as he wept into his chest, only for the next day for them to announce that they are dating, it didn't necessarily catch anyone by surprise so it wasn't too much of a big deal. But it was to the both of them, so much that Mista had made promises to himself that he'd never leave him or do anything to hurt him.

Mista promised he wouldn't hurt him. Those thoughts rung on the inside of his head, after all of this he swore to him he wouldn't hurt him.. Why would he? His heart shattered, he sat in the center of his room and yet not a single tear shed yet as he rocked himself on the floor. His arms were wrapped around his body almost as if he were shielding himself from everything and anything at this point. But he couldn't blame Mista, as he was the one who said he felt lonely. This was his fault wasn't it? He did this to himself, he was the one who hurt Mista and it was like Mista was just returning the favor. That's what he thought this one, it was almost just like a fucked up payback, he deserved this.. Didn't he?

All thoughts were broken when there was banging at the door, it made him wince and as soon as the door came flying open that's when it hit him. The tears began to flow like heavy streams down his cheeks as he stared at Mista like he were a dear caught in headlights. He didn't want to cry, especially in front of him now but he couldn't stop, he tried and tried and it just couldn't stop. And as soon as Mista began to step towards him he shook his head vigorously, he didn't want him to touch him or even be close to him. Why was he so upset over something he deserved?
"Giorno, I am so.. So-" Mista began to speak but was immediately cut off by Giorno himself.
"Did I deserve this? I didn't realize how much I had hurt you..-" he spoke, his voice cracking and hoarse.

No ones POV.

Mista quickly fell to the ground besides Giorno and wrapped his arms around the blonde and held him. It reminded them both of the first time that this had ever happened, which only caused more pain. Giorno flinched at the others touch, quickly beginning to push and kick to get away. The way that Mista's touch felt on Giorno felt like pins and needles right now, especially that he new that those hands had been touching someone else in such lewd ways. It made Giorno weep out as soon as he got loose from his hold, falling back against the floor.

Mista stared at him, those words ringing in his head. Having Giorno squirm away from his touch, it hurt him, but he had every right to push him away.
"No- no, god no, Giorno you didn't deserve this. I am so sorry.. I never meant to hurt you like this- I should have talked to you at first..-" Mista ranted as he went to reach for Giorno again but quickly stopped himself, bringing his hands to his side.
"I tried.. I tried- so hard to make you happy.. At times after I finished working and got in bed with you- and you were in the mood I made myself go along with it! I thought it was enough, Guido..-" Giorno croaked out as he curled up on the floor, holding himself in his arms.

This was all a lot for them both, but after Mista heard those words it broke his heart more, knowing his tired lover basically forced himself to have sex with him, how long has this been happening? When did it start, how long ago did it start?
"Giorno- no, no.. Hey- why would you do that to yourself..? You were more than enough-" Mista was speaking until Giorno cut him off with a louder cry as his body trembled.
"I was enough?! Guido.. Leave- please, please leave me alone!" Giorno made himself eventually look up at Mista through his soaked blonde lashes to meet Mista's eyes, they held eye contact for a good while until Giorno rose his shaky arm to point at the door.
"Giorno please.. I know I fucked up, just let me fix this- let me fix us-" Mista pleaded but he already knew it wasn't enough especially as soon as Giorno shook his head violently, pointing yet again at the door.
"Get out.. " Giorno choked out under his breath, now moving his gaze to the floor, unable to hold it anymore with Mista.

With that, Mista slowly stood up and began to make his way to the door, making one more look back to the blonde before officially leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

What does this mean? Do you think they'll fix they're relationship? Do you think it'll go down hill? Find out in the next chapter!