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I sat at my window, waiting for Lovino. His window stood a mere two feet from mine. Our houses were so close, but really a world apart.
I kept a wary eye on my bedroom door, just in case Father came back. I reached up and touched my stinging cheek. My fingertips came back red with blood, but it didn't bother me. I've become so used to it. Cuts and bruises, stings and aches. It's all nothing new. I tried to carefully bandage it, holding up my fragment of a mirror up to see. My face was badly bruised, obscuring my natural (s/c).
Lovino appeared at his window, opening it. I quietly opened mine.
"______, you look worse than ever... Come on, escape. I'll keep you safe." he said, evident concern in his eyes.
"I...I can't. You know that." I gave his hand, which I held, and understanding squeeze. "If he found out, he'd...he'd-"
"______! I thought I told you to stay away from that boy!" Father burst in, I forgot to check the door.
I muttered a quick goodbye and he murmured back, "I'm sorry..."
I saw him close his window, but he watched sadly as I was beaten, kicked, punched by my own father. Ever since my mother died, he's been like this. I was only 5 when she died, so long ago. Years of abuse have taken their toll on me. I have many scars, a new one popping up every once in a while. I am tough, strong. But not so enough that I could withstand what he put me through. I don't think anyone could.
Father finally left and Lovino opened his window again, but climbed across the gap, into my room. He held me tight and comforted me as I cried into his chest. The pain was so overwhelming.
"Lovi..." I sniffled. "Why do you do this for me?"
"Because..." he said, brushing a few strands of my (h/c) hair out of my face. "Ti amo."
"What? Is that Italian?"
"Si, it is Italian."
"What does it mean?"
"I'll tell you someday, now, shh. Go to sleep."
I laid my head in his lap. "Please sing for me...I love it when you sing in Italian. It's so pretty..."
He sighed. "Okay, for you, bella." He took a deep breath and began the soft song, stroking my hair all the while.
Andare a dormire, andare a dormire
Saro qui per proteggerti
Andare a dormire, andare a dormire
Sognare sogni d'oro
Io sono qui
Sei al sicuro tra le braccia
Io ti proteggero, sarete al sicuro
Perche?
Perche ti amo.
Svegli domani,
Saro qui ti protegge
Nessune potra mai farti del male
Non mentre io sono in giro
Sono qui, ti protegge.
Perche?
Perche ti amo.
I fell asleep, lulled by Lovino's beautiful voice. The dreamless sleep I had was the first in a long time. It felt good not to be haunted by nightmares any longer. Lovi was my good luck charm. He made the nightmares go away.
~~~~~~~~~
My eyes fluttered open and I was met by Lovino's face inches from mine. He was asleep, his dark auburn hair falling across his peaceful face. I swept the strands away, smiling. If only he were always this sweet. But he was always tough and insensitive on the outside, but he really was just a sweet, caring person. He only showed his soft side to me, and made me promise not to tell anyone,
He slowly opened his eyes, cheeks tinting a little pink when he saw how close we were. But that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. We did this often. Him coming into my room and comforting me and letting me cry until I have no more tears left to shed. Us falling asleep side by side and waking up right next to each other. He held me close, like no one else ever had.
I felt a tear slide down my cheek, but why, I don't know. Lovino sat up and wiped it away.
"Don't cry, bella. You're too strong for that." I nodded.
He hugged me tight and held me close, knowing I was in pain. The bruises don't stop throbbing and the cuts don't stop stinging.
I felt warm liquid slide down my cheek. Ugh, that cut opened up again. Lovi took a part of his shirt and dabbed up the blood, holding it over the cut so it wouldn't bleed any more. He found a Band-aid and gently placed it over the cut.
He got up slowly, doing what I know he must, but I hate.
"______, I'm sorry, bella, but I have to go." I sat, looking up at him sadly, on the brink of tears. One fell. Then another. I tried to bite them back, but it was no use. They just kept falling. He knelt down in front of me, holding my face in his hands. "You know I'll be back." I cried harder. "Shh, shh. Don't you cry, I'll come back. You know that." He kissed my forehead and looked me in the eyes.
"B-but...I-I don't want you to go..."
"I know, I don't want to either. But I have to." I embraced him, never wanting to let go. Eventually, I was forced to let him go. He walked to the window, readying himself to leave. He turned around to say one last thing before he left.
"Ti amo."
Then he disappeared through the windows.
I sat on the floor, knees hugged to my chest. The tears flowed without resistance, and finally, I had no more. I sat, for who knows how long, waiting for night to fall.
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Woo! Look at me, 2 in 1 night! I am on a roll, y'all! Yeah, this is REALLY short but...ba da dum! It's going to be a long series, I promise! I'll try to put a song in the description when I can too. Honestly, the parts are going to be very short. Sorry if Lovi's OOC too. Actually, he's very OOC so that's gonna happen a lot....
Song I listened to while writing: [link]
Translation of Lovi's song
Go to sleep, go to sleep
I am here to protect you
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Dream sweeet dreams
I am here
You are safe in my arms
I'll protect you, you'll be safe.
Why?
Because I love you
Wake up tomorrow
I'll be here, protecting you
No one wil ever hurt you
Not while I'm around
Why?
Because I love you
So fluffy, I know.
Part 2: [link]
I don't own Hetalia, Papa Hima does!
Story's mine!
You're Lovi's!
And all is right in the world
Song I listened to while writing: [link]
Translation of Lovi's song
Go to sleep, go to sleep
I am here to protect you
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Dream sweeet dreams
I am here
You are safe in my arms
I'll protect you, you'll be safe.
Why?
Because I love you
Wake up tomorrow
I'll be here, protecting you
No one wil ever hurt you
Not while I'm around
Why?
Because I love you
So fluffy, I know.
Part 2: [link]
I don't own Hetalia, Papa Hima does!
Story's mine!
You're Lovi's!
And all is right in the world
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This is a really sweet chapter.