Those three words destroyed Fugo
"They're all gone"
He suddenly felt like his world was crumbling down around him. He, and not to be too dramatic, felt like his heart had just broken into a thousand tiny pieces. Wouldn't yours if you were just told that your family had died? He sat there staring at Giorno, waiting for the younger boy to look up at him and when he finally did, Fugo lost it.
"This is all your fault!" He jumped up, pinning the blonde boy up against the wall and to his surprise, Giorno didn't fight back, he just let Fugo do whatever he wanted. "How could you let this happen!? If it wasn't for you joining the gang they wouldn't have gone on that damn trip in the first place"
He let Giorno go and fell to the ground, trying to hold back his tears. Bucciarati, Abbacchio, and Narancia were dead and it was all Giorno Giovannas fault. Well, that's what he wanted to believe anyway.
All of a sudden there was a pair of arms wrapping themselves around Fugo and pulling him into a tight hug. Part of him wanted to fight back, to escape the hug but he didn't. Fugo let himself be held. For the first time in god knows how long he let himself be vulnerable - he let himself cry.
"It's not his fault, Fugo." Mista, the one who had knelt to hug the boy, whispered while pulling back and wiping the tears off of his friend's face. "He tried-- WE tried so hard to keep them all safe.. you have to believe me"
Deep down he did believe Mista. He knew it wasn't really all Giorno's fault. It was his.
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Everything I Didn't say || Fugonara
Fanfiction"Nara, I'm sorry I never told you these things when you were alive..." In which Giorno and Mista come home and tell Fugo that his friends have died. Fugo regrets not telling Narancia how he really felt when he was alive, so he writes it all down. ...
