AN: This took longer than I wanted it to... Sorry about that. I had a really severe case of writers block and literally couldn't concentrate on anything.

Warnings: Remember this is SAD!

Song I was inspired by: Lover Dearest by Marianas Trench. (I had it on repeat while I wrote this)

"H-He's going to be okay, right? Right?!" Antonio asked the nurse, his face only inches from hers. His green eyes were bloodshot from crying and worry. He had been at the hospital for nearly five hours now, but so far, Lovino had not woken up.

The nurse gave him a half smile. "We really don't know sir. We really don't." She gave his hand a little squeeze before turning and leaving.

Antonio looked at Lovino, who was laying on the white sheets of the hospital bed wearing a silky white gown. His face looked so peaceful that the Spaniard had to wonder if he was dreaming. Occasionally his trademark curl would twitch. The majority of the Italian's body was wrapped with bandages, and some of his bones were broken.

"Lo siento... I'm so sorry Lovi..." He took a seat next to the bed and grabbed the other's hand. "I-I take everything back..." He didn't realize he was crying.

Once he reached the site of the crash, he frantically called 9-11 and an ambulance came for Lovino. He was so shaken up that he wasn't able to tell the police anything. All he managed to say was, 'I'm so sorry' or 'Lo siento Lovi...'

Suddenly, his train of thought was broken as he felt a hand tighten around his own. Upon looking up, he saw Lovino's hazel eyes were half open.

"A-Antonio?" Lovino mumbled, looking around. "W-Where the hell am I...?"

The Spaniard smiled widely. "Lovi.. Oh my God... I was so worried... How do you feel? I-I'm so sorry..."

"What... are you talking... about..." Lovino's eyes closed before opening again.

Antonio gulped. "You're in a hospital... Y-You crashed your car into a tree and-"

"Oh." Lovino replied, almost coldly. "I... remember everything now."

Much to Antonio's relief, Lovino didn't remove his hand from his own and instead tightened his grip. "Lovino... I take everything I said back... i wasn't thinking straight... I made a promise to you that I'd never let you go. I'd be with you forever... I was a fool for trying to break it... Please... Lo siento..."

"Anton-"

"No, listen, even if you want nothing to do with me after this, I will understand... Just please forgive me... I'm so sorry..." He looked at the younger male, whose face was showing no emotion but had turned a light shade of red.

Lovino's eyes drooped a bit more. "I-I Antonio..."

"Si?" He looked into Lovino's slowly closing eyes and realized what was going on.

Lovino took a shaky breath, pulling Antonio's hand to rest over his beating heart. "Antonio.. I want you to know that I-"

Antonio watched as Lovino let out one last breath before his eyes went dull. "L-Lovi..." He felt the Italian's chest. Nothing. There was no heartbeat. Lovino was gone.

As if on queue, Doctors and nurses came rushing past Antonio in a final attempt to bring him back. The Spaniard stood there, frozen and trying to take in what had just happened. He couldn't hear anything anymore. The only thing in his mind was his Lovino. His eyes were fixated on his love, desperate for any signs of life.

"I'm sorry, but he's gone."

No.

Lovino Vargas was

Gone.

~o~

"Hola Lovi." Antonio said with his cheerful smile. "I brought you some flowers. They are lilies..." He knelt down and placed the bouquet on the grass in front of Lovino's tombstone. "You know... I think about you everyday..." He wiped the corner of his eye.

He paused, reading the engravings that he had memorized long ago,

'In loving memory of Lovino Romano Vargas, 1993 - 2012. Loving brother, grandson and friend.'

"Lovino... I know you get tired of hearing it, but I'm truly sorry..." He thought of the Italian's last words. He was trying to tell him something, but it had been too late. "Whether you were going to say you hate me or love me, just know that either way I'd never stop visiting you..."

He paused before leaning in and kissing the soft grass before the grave. "Happy birthday, Lovino..." Antonio said, smiling one last time before standing up and departing.

Deep down, the Spaniard knew there was only one thing left to do. Move on.

AN: I hope I didn't make this too sad... xD I wrote this right before going to bed so i have no idea if it's any good... I hope you liked it~