"What would Romano say about this?"
"..." Antonio ran a hand through his hair and let out a deep, shaky breath, "Harassing me from the other side now eh?"
Abel let a throaty laugh escape his lips, his cigar letting out a thin puff of smoke into the surrounding air.
"You know me too well cousin, maybe leave the unhealthy habits to me."
"What and let you have all the fun?"
"I dont have much tim-"
"Shut up."
"Antonio..."
"I'm going crazy...I can't dwell on this anymore."
With one swift movement Antonio grabbed the collar of Abel's shirt and pulled him close. Before he could do anything more it all faded away again and Antonio was back in his bed.
Heart pounding and head spinning, he sat up in bed.
It was just a dream Antonio... that's all.
Outside his window the sun shone dully through the curtains.
It's morning already.
He layed back down and picked up his phone from the charger, mindlessly scrolling through the latest feed. His inbox had over 13 unread messages but he payed them no mind at all and kept scrolling. Antonio saw posts of Gilbert and his little brother at the dog park, videos of Francis being rejected by girls on Alfreds profile.
It made him chuckle a bit, although his heart ached. He missed them. His missed those days when everything had been so much more simple. Those days when he could walk around without somebody saying how sorry they were for his loss, or speak without those concerning glances from his friends.
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He hasnt answered my calls. He hasnt even bothered reading my messages.
"Please Antonio..." he whispered to himself, "Please pick up..." no one answered as usual.
Lovino was terribly worried, nobody had heard anything from Antonio in weeks. It wasnt like him to disappear like this.
One thing left to do.
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"PARLAMI BASTARDO." Lovino screeched outside Antonio's bedroom door.
"Go home Lovino."
"Not until you tell me what I did wrong" he sobbed, softly banging his fists on the door.
"Lovino please...just Go home."
