◇Amore Mio◇ Fugo x Reader

◇8. The Giraffe Question◇

Soooo idk if yall will get mad at me but including this chapter, there's 3 left lol

Also I'm not too happy with this chapter, I'm sorry. I couldn't make this one longer either and I feel a bit bad about that :/

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Fugo's POV:

"Shit, what should I do?! What can I do? What's my next step?! Giorno, what do we do?" I was drowning in panic, anger and anxiety. Images flashed through my head about all the terrible things that could have happened to her. What if she was being tortured? What if she was already dead?!

"Fugo, please calm down." Giorno requested as he patted my back. I sat on a chair in his office, my head hanging low into my hands as I shivered in fear. The sweat ran down my temples and all I could think about was that it was my fault. It was all my fault. If I had just kept an eye on her, none of this would have happened.

"I CAN'T CALM DOWN, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND YOU INTOLERANT SHIT?!" I stood up, yelling at Giorno who didn't bat an eye. He only looked at me with a calm, relaxed face. When he spoke, he spoke softly- as if speaking to a child.

"Fugo, she will be okay. We will find her. Where do you think Francesca could have taken her?" He asked, holding his head high. I caught a glimpse of worry in his face, which didn't calm me down at all.

"I- I don't know... I... Would she be at the house?! Do you think she could be at the house?! Where else would she be... Where else... I don't understand! Shit, Giorno, I fucked up so badly... I... I haven't even asked for her hand in marriage yet!" At this point, I was crying. I spat out all the words I could think of as if that would help. I was consumed by this feeling of dread.

"Fugo, calm. Down. Please, just think. Where could she be? Is there any place you know of where they could be?" He lightly pressed on my shoulders, and I sat down in the chair again. He was right, I need to calm down so I can think. For now, that's our only hope.

"I- I'm so sorry, Giorno... I understand that I need to calm down... It's just..." I sighed heavily, wiping away the remaining tears that had glued themselves to my cheeks. "Giorno... What if she's laying dead somewhere and it's my fault?!"

Y/N's POV:

"Do you believe in giraffes?" Francesca sipped on her tea, holding out her pinky as she drank. I had woken up about an hour ago in this small room which didn't have any windows. Ever since then, I had been sitting here with her, drinking tea and making small talk. Presumably, it was leading up to something.

"Do I... Believe in giraffes?" I questioned, unaware of how this could lead to anything intelligent.

"Yes. You've never seen one, right?"

"No, not in real life."

"Exactly, so if you haven't seen one, do you believe in them? If so, why?" She sipped on her tea some more, this time making some noise while she did so. I blinked a few times, wondering how this was a real question.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say... It's common sense that they're real, I just know. That's why I believe in them." I explained.

"I see." She responded quietly. "I'm asking for a reason, you know. You've been glancing at that door behind me for the past hour, waiting for someone to barge in. You're waiting for Fugo to barge in, because you believe that his feelings for you will cause him to do so. Now, if you've never seen said feelings, why do you believe they exist? Why would they make him come save you?"