Torture (2p! Italy X Reader) (DISCONTINUED!!!)

XX - A Diary Filled of Tears and Pain

I swear, this is getting sadder and sadder by the minute! I am a horrible person, why do I even live?! XD Also, that reminds me of Hetaoni, that picture...oh, shit, the feels train has hit me once more!! ;-;

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(y/n) sat on Luciano's bed, while he rummaged through his shelves, drawers even his closet.

"Luci?" She asked. "What are you-"

"Finding-a a book." Luciano said, still rummaging through his clothes. "Well-a...a diary, to-a be specific-a..."

(y/n) nodded. "Why a diary?"

"You'll s-" Luciano gasped. "There!"

He went out his closet and closed the door. "I'll-a tell Flavio to-a fix this-a..."

(y/n) giggled. "If you say so. Come, sit! I want to see!"

Luciano chuckled and sat next to (y/n). He gently and slowly opened the diary and coughed. "Dusty..."

"Feliciano Vargas..." (y/n) read a signature at the middle of the first page. "Is he your 1p?"

"Si." Luciano nodded. "He-a writes here-a everyday..."

The two began to read, carefully and slowly.

August 19, 1916
I woke up again. In the middle of a dark room. I was curious and lost, where was I? I saw in front of me, a corpse of a lady. I gasped, and saw a knife on my hands. Blood all over my clothes and body. Eventually, I killed someone again...this hellish torture will never end, will it?

August 20, 1916
My brother, Lovino, and my friends, Ludwig and Kiku left me behind a while ago...my own brother, my friends...why can't someone I try to kill, live? I always wake up to the same thing: a corpse in front of me, blood everywhere...its all the same...can someone help me please? Anyone. Please. I'm dying...