Can you feel my,
Can you feel my,
Can you feel my tears?
They won't dry.
No.
No.
No.
You're kidding, right?
No, it can't be true.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
N-
Fugo pushes Giorno away and runs out of the office, slamming the door and making the building shake. His entire body was shaking like an earthquake, his breath as fast as you could imagine. He slams the door of his home and runs to his room, slamming the door once again and slowly sliding down to the floor.
"No- Nara- Narancia c-can't b-", Fugo stutters, unable to form a proper sentence from his panic. He begins to sob quietly, shivering and sniffling.
"He's gone, he's gone, why is he gone?-", His sentence gets interrupted by louder sobs.
"Please, no."
"I loved him."
Fugo's panic attack grows worse and worse, his cries getting louder and his shaking getting worse. "I'm so sorry, Narancia," he thought. "I'm sorry for being so rude to you, I'm sorry for hitting you during tutoring-"
Once again, the teen's thoughts were interrupted by cries. You could hear his sobbing throughout the entire house.
"It's all my fault."
"It's all my fault."
"It's
all
my
fault."
But suddenly.
Fugo feels a strange touch and a cold breeze on his shoulders. Being a bit scared, he stands as still as he possibly could. It felt like.. someone invisible was hugging him.
He was awfully comforted by this, although he shouldn't be.
For a split second, Fugo thought he could see Narancia who was hugging him, or perhaps it was only his imagination.
He heard an echo in the room.
"I love you too."
Then, the breeze and touch disappeared.
And Fugo was left alone in his bedroom.
Completely alone.
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Where the Plane Soars
Fanfiction!PART 5 SPOILERS! After Giorno has become the mafia boss, Fugo is curious about where Narancia disappeared to and decides to give Giorno a visit, unaware of the events that have occurred. Notes: - This story contains FugoNara and FuGio! If you are...
