In the moment that he had caught Feliciano from falling, he had looked into his bright honey eyes and remembered a tiny fragment of a memory.
The childhood memory was brief, yet detailed.
He remembered a child, about the same age as him at the time. He didn't remember what was happening, but he remembered each and every tiny fragment of their skin. Brown hair, matching his eyes, always glossy and very soft. One single strand of hair that just wouldn't stay flat. A soft rosy, perfect glow on their cheeks. A small button nose... He could go on for minutes in so much detail about this perfect child.
But for some reason that memory was sad.
When Ludwig gave Feliciano some of his wurst, he remembered something else.
He remembered feeling sorry for this poor boy, no, girl because they were hungry and didn't have any dinner. So he gave them one of the three potatoes he was sent to buy, knowing he would get in trouble. He peeked round the corner and saw them eat it, before stating that they didn't like it. The young Ludwig smiled and walked home.
Ludwig was confused as to why he remembered those things.
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Romeo and Romeo
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