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Antonio Fernandez Carriedo X Rovion Vargas

Chapter 3

    Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.

    Rovino Vargas used to murmured this name hundreds and thousands of times, tried to figure something out but drew a blank.

    He can always introspect himself explicitly: An authentic South Italian, slovenly and perssimistic. His nation is filled with menacers, thieves, gadabouts and curmudgeon, whose characteristics have all imprinted in his bone, blood and soul. Meanwhile, Rovino also knew what Antonio meant to himself ---- maybe not as conspicuously as other's view ---- and hence influxed a complex emotion mixing guilt, anger, desperateness and irresolution together into his love. Finally, Rovino isolated himself.

    Because how can Antonio, such a enthusiastic, dedicate Spanish boy, loves Rovino, instinctively underpowered and inadequate Italian? Rovino comprehensively recognized how much his brother, Feliciano, superior than him. Even the painting which Rovino obligated to train himself, it was still a piece of cake for his talent brother. Rovino had experienced how people flattered and praised him because of Feliciano, and it seemed to be reasonable. 

    But Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was different. He was the first person who loved Rovino Vargas. Only for Rovino himself but not for anything else. Sometimes Antonio gave Rovino a feeling that Rovino was all he have. However, most of time Antonio's actions were so dull that Rovino questioned himself, suspected everything they had done.

    Rovino still rememvered the day they walked out of an unnameable store. It was, as well as, a rainy day but was extremely cold because of season.

    "Go? "Antonio asked.

    "I would wait until the rain stop, you idiot."

    "Okay... Then I'll go. "

    It seemed like Antonio rather enjoyed the process of walking in the rain because neither he put on his cap nor he brought his umbrella. He went straight ahead, without turned around, left Rovino hesitantly behind. Even if the moment he informed rovino that he was going to study oversea, Antonio kept his merit stubbornly:

    "I am going to study in America for a long time. I don't know how long it could be. "

    Then a acquainted turn-back, Antonio took his flight without nostalgia and flied to that country at the opposite side of the Atlantic Ocean. For those speculations about whether Antonio get married or not, Rovino did not know and unwilling to know.

    Rovino had wondered thousands of times about the relationship between him and Antonio ---- what does Rovino Vargas mean to Antonio Fernandez Carriedo? A friend? A lover? Or an obedient as well as disposable leisurement? 

    Proud as Rovino Vargas, how could he lower his head and beg for Antonio's back? How dare Rovino speak "I miss you. "out？

    It should be the reason why Rovino sent a dear john to Antonio after receiving a message from Feliciano, entitled "WE ARE IN LOVE!!! " with a photo included figures of Feliciano Vargas and Ludwig Beilschmidt, kissing and embracing each other.

    "Sorry we break. "

Rovino sent this private message to Antonio's permanently gray icon on Facebook. He was irritated, thought about excuses like "Trick by Feli."or "Penalty of a game.", or even more straightforward ---- if Antonio had questioned why, Rovino would tell him the truth.

    "All Right. "

    Antonio's message sent back only thirty seconds later, cut all the routes Rovino can retreat. No question, no blame, Antonio had irrational spoiled and maximum revered Rovino's decision even when they were broke up.

    Rovino Vargas was unprecedentedly calm. He powered off the computer and lay down in his bed. 

    You see, Antonio's icon is always gray even if he is online. He is so aloof, as if never had been involved in my life.

Chapter 4

    Rovino was awakened by a sound of heavy rain outside and of a rapidly knocking at the front door. He groped up, figuring out the switcher in the dark. But he suddenly realized that he did not pay the rent for months and the landlord cut his power. He frowned again and scrached his curly hair. Eventually Rovino found a Zippo in the drawer. He ignited it, a cluster of fire burnt up and repel the dark among this area.

    Rovino suddenly recalled that this lighter was a birthday present by Antonio. 

    Finally Rovino opened door and, unexpectedly, saw Antonio leaned against the wall in the front. His hair and jacked were all soppy and were dripping droplets down. There was a moment that something flamed out of Antonio's beautiful gem-green eyes. But when Rovino glanced back, his eyes were as tempered as before.

    They had been being apart for such a long time that Rovino can hardly figure out how much had Antonio changer. All of the characteristics Antonio used to have had distorted into numerous adjectives, rigid and dim, no matter how picturesque those words used to be. 

    But, Rovino sweared, that dolce emotion did not ever change.Once Antonio used his gentle to spoil Rovino then stifled their amor. Now he was back, his temper again smothered Rovino like the humidity in summer, so overwhelming that Rovino wanted to escape.

    And Rovino really did so.

    Zippo dropped down and Rovino instantaneously turned back and ran into the dark. 

    Antonio left his luggage out and chased without wavering.

    There was sound of struggling, of groan after being beaten, of furniture's collision, bounced against the wall; And, Gradually, of slight moaning, of plump gasping, of bed's shaking. The sound of rainfall rushed in, squashed and blending all beyond. A silent eros fulfilled with apology, embarrassment, flounder, and mostly, hunger.

    Rovino Vargas erupted in broken sobs long after his last moan.

    "... I don't know why did you say that... Rovi..." Antonio embraced Rovino as if Rovino is all he had. He kissed Rovino on his forehead, mildly patted his back and twittered low beyond Rovino's ear again and again:

    "We had never broken up... Rovi... We never..."

    Mr. Zippo lay on the ground, silently watching this farce. 

    The first breakup between Rovino Vargas and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.

    Finally, Antonio back to the country on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. But it is obvious about the fact whether he had got married or not.

    On that August, Rovino became more and more frequently presented on his balcony, stretching his legs out at rainy days and played with his Zippo, as if it was his distant ex.

--- End ---

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