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-Lutz pov-

It's been a whole year since (F/n) ran out that door. I can still hear his voice loud and clear as if he was shouting at me right now...
"Another one!? How many more women are you going to bring in here!?"
I know what I did was wrong... I had never been in a serious relationship before, especially with a man. Yet I had found myself trying to win (F/n)'s heart.
"What are we then!? What am I!? Answer me!"
... He was good to me that's what he had been. Then what was I?
"If this is your idea of a relationship then find someone that thinks the same!"
A terrible boyfriend that's what I was. It was all new to me. Loving someone that much, so why did I still go around sleeping with unknown women? Did (F/n) know just how many had slept in his place in this bed? These feelings for him were never a lie. So why did I still do it?
"If you don't even like guys then why did you ask me to date you!?"
It wasn't that he was a guy, I had been afraid. Afraid of the feelings that (F/n) gave me. But now these feelings were accompanied by new ones. Guilt,longing and anger.
"I can't take this anymore... you're not even trying to convince me to stay....now that I think about it you never said you loved me... I guess this was just something to help you pass the time...
It hurt. It still hurt. He had stopped shouting and had spoken those words softly. I know I should have convinced him, tried to make up some excuse.

But I hadn't.

Deep down I knew I couldn't keep him here. I wasn't the right man for him, but it was quiet now without him here... And yet I still can't change... but...

Every morning there's another one in my bed.
Every morning I think it was a bad dream.
And every morning the person in my bed isn't (F/n).

-No one's pov-
Lutz was walking to his brothers house now. Another year had passed and it was a total of two years now since he last saw (F/n). He had stopped sleeping around and had been sober for a few months now, but he hadn't been able to locate (F/n). Many times he wondered if (F/n) would even want to talk to him, if (F/n) still even lived in this city and the biggest question of all.

Would (F/n) take him back?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the church's doors across the street opened.
"Hurry and get the rice out!"
"Here they come! Come on fratello I didn't design that suit just so you could be a slowpoke in it!"
He recognized the blonde one as Flavio, so that must mean Luciano had gotten married?
"Stranger things have happened" he muttered to himself, he continued walking but didn't make it far.
"Luciano is it necessary to carry me!?"
He turned toward the familiar voice.
And there he was...
(F/n) being carried out by Luciano, laughing and smiling.

He watched as (F/n) threw the bouquet at the crowd, Flavio catching it, (F/n) and Lucaino getting into the car... and driving off. For some time he stood there, not quite believing what he just saw and then...

He walked away smiling, not bothering to cover up his tears, whispering three words which he knew was too late to say.

"I love you"