Always Be There For You

Always Be With You (Sad! Spamano)

I see... Bubbles. They're rising so slowly... Everything around me is dark blue... So dark... Except for the bubbles. They're... So pretty... They're light blue, almost white... It's so peaceful here, I want to stay here forever... Is this how dying feels...?

The floating Italian turned his body over so he was now curled up in a ball on his side.

A particularly large bubble floated past, catching Lovi's attention. He automatically reached his hand out to catch it.

The bubble, like a magnet, drew to his outstretched hand, and turned a shade of red that reminded Lovi of a tomato before popping against his fingers.

Immediately, Lovi was plunged into a memory.

"Antonio, don't leave me alone here..." The younger version of Lovi pouted.

They were standing in the tomato field, where Lovi had been picking tomatoes when Antonio had told him that he would have to go to war for a few days.

Antonio laughed and ruffled Lovino's hair. "Don't worry Lovi, I'll come back perfectly fine! Just wait here and remember to pick the tomatoes before they get too ripe! Don't worry about me when I'm gone. I'll be fine!"

"I'm not a child anymore! I'm just younger than you by 2 years! I could sign up if I were a bit older!"

Lovino trembled slightly. He remembered that day...

He had wanted to stop Antonio from going but Antonio wouldn't. He had kept on saying that he would be perfectly fine, that Lovino didn't have to worry, that he would come back safe and sound...

Another, larger bubble came floating towards him. It turned a cold shade of blue, icy blue, not unlike the other bubbles, and popped against his back.

"Lovino? Lovino? Are you here?" The annoying French bastard's voice echoed towards Lovino, who was in the kitchen making tomato salad.

"I'm here, what?" Lovino put down the knife he was using to cut the tomatoes and opened the door.

Francis looked terrible. He had long gashes down one arm, and his hair was really messy, something he would never have allowed to happen usually. His face was dirty, also something that wouldn't happen usually. His usually clean shirt was full of blood stains, as was his pants. He was panting and out of breath, meaning that he must have ran to Lovi's house, which was very out of character for him. His face was tear-stained.

"Francis... What happened? Is everything ok?" Lovi started getting worried.

"Antonio... He... " Francis choked on his breath. "He's dead. Died out on the field. He was trying to get the others, the wounded ones, and he was shot. He rescued 20 men from certain death and got killed himself." Francis' eyes welled with tears. "He was the best friend and comrade I could ever have."

Lovino's eyes felt wet. He rubbed at them furiously. Stop crying, dammit!

Lovino turned over so he was lying on his back again, and looked up at the bubbles floating above him.

These bubbles look so... Innocent, I guess, but they represent memories that make me want to cry... Or make me remember memories that I want to forget...

A huge bubble came floating down from above. As it neared, the bubble turned a comforting shade of blue-green, like the ocean. Lovino stretched out his arm and brushed against the bubble. But, as this bubble popped, it let out a spray of water, cleansing Lovino and then rolling off him like raindrops rolling off lily pads.