𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 - fugio fanfic

chapter twenty - one

pannacotta fugo ;;

there i was.

back at square one.

back in parents' house.

it was a stupid choice. but i felt like i couldn't do anything else. besides being homeless.

i flopped onto my bed and stared at my ceiling, thinking about the events of last night.

i sighed and rubbed my face, "good god, im a moron." i muttered to myself.

what the hell am i supposed to do?

really, i dont have to do anything but i feel obligated to do something. anything!

jesus, fugo! you were in love with the poor bastard, and then blew up on him!

giorno got me through so much, and all he did was tell one little lie and i lost my shit.

well, i guess it was reasonable..? not really, i suppose.

it just wasn't right of him to lie to guido and narancia but he was just protecting me in a way.

but it would've been nice to know they were looking for me. i felt like my existence had no effect on them cause i had no idea they were looking for me and stressing out over me.

suddenly, im forced out of thought when i hear a knock on my door.

it was silent for a moment.

"ahem.. c-come in." i spoke.

the door opened to reveal narancia.

i felt my body shake as i stared at his figure. my palms became sweaty just by looking at him.

"hey, fugo."

"what did you want?" i hissed.

"well, my parents told me you moved back in with your parents last night.." he explained, "t-they were talking about you with your parents." he quickly added.

"but, i just.. want to apologize." he looked defeated.

"i know if i say 1 million apologies it still wont change anything. i really didn't know how much my words and actions impacted you that night until you were gone."

"i.. i don't think i've ever really realized how my actions effect people so much until now." he chuckled, "i know you can probably never forgive me and things may never be the same, but, you still have a friend in me. im not going anywhere." he said,

"well.. like, unless you really want me to leave your life." he added, chuckling again.

i exhaled sharply, i couldn't even make eye contact with him.

"i... god, i dont know narancia." i breathed, "my head is in seventy different places right now. i don't know where to begin and how to forgive and forget." i rubbed my hands together.

"i-it's gonna take time... an-and plenty of patience," i state, "but.."
i look up at him, forcing myself to look him directly in the eyes,

"maybe we can try again."

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giorno giovanna ;;

my eyes begin to slowly peek open, painfully, as the sun from my window shines onto my bed.

i let out a shaky sigh and carefully rub my eyes, trying to not cause any more soreness to them.

it's beyond cheesy and ridiculous to say, but, ever since i came home last night, i've been a sobbing mess. i feel like i can never forgive myself for being so foolish, thinking i could really get away with something so evil.

i turn my body on my side to look at my clock that laid on my nightstand.

12:34 pm.

i sigh.

i cant find a reason to get out of bed.

pannacotta hates me once again.

and it's so difficult to get rid of his memory when i can still smell his scent in my room.

i turn back over and look at the dip in the other side of my bed from pannacotta.

tears began to well up in my eyes,

just 24 hours ago, he was here. he was with me.

i feel like i took him for granted. but, honestly, i didn't. i just wish my friendship with him was extended.

i wish he figured out his love for me earlier in our friendship.

i just wish for pannacotta to be back here.

what i would give for him to be right next to me again.

but now, i have no clue where he is.

and now, all he feels for me in hatred once more.

-

i lay on my couch as the tv plays a rerun of an episode of "Zio Gianni" plays.

i've been trying to distract myself from the thought of pannacotta.

such as, watching some sitcom and trying to take a nap. so far, both have failed miserably.

i sigh as a sit up correctly and push my knees to my chest and hug my knees.

honestly, i could careless about how anyone feels about me right now. good grief, mista and narancia probably hate my guts at the moment but, truly, i could care less.

but pannacotta,

i deeply care about his perception of me. i can't stand to be without it. i depend on it.

all i can really think about is the same question,

does he hate me?

he probably does, honestly, but i have no clue.

i just wanna speak to him again.

i rub my face to clear my thoughts, hurting my eyes while doing so.

i turn to look at the window and see how sunny it is outside.

i sigh as i stand up,

i just need to walk to clear my head. then i'll be alright. im sure of it.

-

i walk around my street while the breeze hits my face.

it's pretty cold outside, to the point where my hands feel a bit numb and the breeze even hurts my eyes. my eyes are pretty sensitive at the moment, though.

i then feel the warmth of the sun leave me as i fall under the shade of a tree, tiny bits of sunlight peek through in the shade from the tree.

i looked up at the gaps of sunlight. suddenly, a wave of loneliness hits me from the sight. i feel like i could drop to my knees right now and begin to cry and scream until my voice became hoarse.

i began to link the cause of loneliness from the sight of the gaps of sunlight. it reminds me of pannacotta, in some strange way.

i felt tears prick at my eyes, i could barely mutter out words,

"i miss you more than anything." i quietly cried.

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HEE HOK ANGST TIME WHOOOPPP

also uhhhh the song i linked to this kinda explains giorno's pov and inspired me to write all of that for his pov so you should listen to it >:)

alsosososo,, no guarantee that i'm uploading tomorrow. im supposed to help my friend with some holiday bazaar thing for our school so,, we will see how this one plays out boys B)

adios ,,

— konk >:)))