Literature
The Tomato of My Heart~Chapter 13
"N-n-no." Lovino stuttered the words. Although it was entirely cliched, Antonio felt his heart shatter at the Italian's response.
"No?" Antonio's voice was cracked and dry, trying to hold back the tears that were dying to pour out. "Why? I mean, I'm p-perfectly okay with it..." He lied, feeling his eyes water up more and more. "It's just.. I want to know w-why..."
Antonio tried to look at him, but Lovino turned away, as if not daring to make eye contact. "I can't... It's not safe, not for you, not for me. I can't. It would be better if I just left..." Lovino replied, getting up off the couch and heading towards the door.
"No! Lovino! Wait,
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