synopsis: His voice guided you to come back to his arms.
author's note: I rarely write and don't know why it should be this way but spoiler alert a little bit.
She's fallin', doesn't even know it yet
... Havin' no regrets is all that she really wants
It's been months since you finally decided to move on to your ex-lover. It was an on-and-off relationship. You were his first lover and so does to you. God knows how the both of you struggled to maintain this pathetic relationship but you couldn't just seem to accept the fact of letting all this go. You can't be happy even if you wanted to, the bittersweet feeling just lingered. You lied about being okay with people who were always there for you and yourself. It was really a tough decision to accept what happened in the past. It was impossible until you were tired of the endless cycle of bottling up negative emotions.
You were doing fine, you're thankful. You finally managed to think on the bright side even in the slightest. Your parents always told you that it was fated but you didn't expect to be hurt so bad that you don't recognize yourself in the world without him anymore. It was a warm afternoon that you called your friend. They said they were out hanging with someone until a familiar melody came. You suddenly heard Prosciutto's voice over your friend's call.
"y/n?"
You can't believe it, it's impossible. Were you imagining things? Did your friend have someone in there with the same voice as Prosciutto? You overheard their conversation, apparently, your friend forgot to mute the call. You stood there in silence until you talked the most random thing just to make it look like you didn't hear it. The call ended afterward, you just wished the call didn't exist. Or maybe you wanted to hear Prosciutto's voice even longer.
After what happened, you tried your best to be distracted as if you didn't remember Prosciutto's voice. You missed him, you won't just admit it. You wanted to contact and go with him but 4 years since the break up is already too late. Fate suddenly planned to toy with you when you the image of Prosciutto came into your dream.
He was there, the same image as before. He didn't age even a little, he's still the same man you loved and imagined a lifetime with. He walked slowly as soft footsteps echoed the room around. He put his hand on your shoulder, and you closed your eyes with a sense of uncertainty about what would happen.
"Shh love, this is not a dream."
You know Prosciutto is lying, there's no way he'll be there for you. Even the both of you had a relationship before, there are some things that you didn't know about your lover. You didn't know what his real job was, he kept it really private because he don't want you to get in trouble.
"Y/n, before I left I saw our future together. Our family, our plans together it all happened. Those were some of my best memories that started when I met you. Thank you really for making me the happiest man."
He whispered to your other ear, you could feel his sincerity. Even if it sounds cruel, you admit you were the one who broke up with him. It was pure of guilt and Prosciutto didn't ask your intentions. He respected you. You even heard rumors that he stopped looking for other ladies after he went through with you. He suddenly disappeared until you learned from your connections that he left the city for his job.
"Love, could I ask one favor to you?"
Your eyes suddenly widened and finally, Prosciutto was in front of you. He took your hand closer to his lips and gave small lovely kisses like he used to. He gave a small fainted smile before saying his farewell.
"Don't forget to give me my favorite flowers at the cemetery. I don't mind if you will find another partner because you deserve another chance at love. I'm happy about what we started, I love you always y/n it was a grateful dead. "
Okeyy but 16 with Abbachio or ♠️ with Prociutto wouldn't just be 👌
(HHHH)
“I told you. No.”
You reminded Abbachio and he looked away from you. He felt like he was being torn apart from the inside. There’s no way this was happening. No fucking way you were leaving him. You didn’t know what you were doing, You were being stupid...that’s what he thought.
“Alrught then...”
He let out an exasperated sigh before he looked at you. He toook steps towards you and you looked at him suspiciously. He took ahold of your face with both of his hands. You couldn’t help but meet his face.
“...Just one more time...let me fucke you one more time...”
He spoke firmly. You scoffed and smacked his hands away, pushing him.
“Really? That’s what you have to say?”
Your heart felt as though it could fail. You grit your teeth and shook your head.
“Fuck you, Abbacchio, how dare you?”
You huffed before sipping up your coat.
“Have a nice life, Leone...”
You left.
(AND HAM SAMMICH)
“Stop it! Stop!”
You tried to hold onto Prosciutto’s shoulders from behind as he knocked various things off of the table. You slid your hands down to his biceps and squeezed tightly.
“Look at me! Look!”
You raised your voice to get his attention. He stopped what he was doing; totally still. He finally turned to you, glare causing you to tremble. You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t talk when he was looking at you life that.
“Who is it, (Y/N)? I’ll fucking GUT them.”
He reached up and took ahold of the sides of your face. You let out a shaky breath. You swallowed.
“You don’t know them...if I tell you-,”
“I’ll fucking kill them.”
He interrupted. That’s the last think you wanted him to say. You shook your head and pulled his hands away from your face.
“Please-I need you to stop this.”
Your words made Prosciutto growl. He was losing it and you felt helpless.
“I’ll stop when you tell me who it is.”
He wasn’t going to stop asking. You furrowed your brows.
“I won’t.”
Yoi were standing your ground. You were surprised to see Prosciutto smile then. He leaned upwards.
“Alright. You fucking win.”
His posture was stiff, his whole body flexed. You let out a breath.
“Please...let this go...will you?”
You asked him, placing your hand against his back. He didn’t turn to look at you.
