For those who want to read, be prepared, if you don't want to—don't.

Suicide trigger warning

Lorenzo POV

It's funny.

All of it.

That she came into my life in a flash just as she left it. Both times I was unprepared. Both times left me completely and utterly altered. Both times, I couldn't figure out what was gone wrong

Both times there was blood. The same kind, the same family tree, despite how twisted and broke it's branches were.

Both times the blood just stained me.

Her brothers didn't make me feel anything, I didn't care when I saw his brains pool on the floor. When he bled and bled and bled and died and turned cold as ice.

But hers, god, it just fucking burned. It burned my skin and burnt and burnt. It was all I could smell, it's metallic scent scaring my senses as I laid on those blood red sheets.

She was lifeless in my arms, long dead, Her hair was thrown and knotted and her skin was freezing. Her lips were blue and in the darkness I could still see the way her eyes were lifeless and blank.

The colour of her eyes are my favourite colour. Before her, colours were just shades. But her eyes, they lit up the room. They lit up the fire in my heart. The way they wound look at me, sent shivers down my spine at how much fire was behind them.

But there wasn't a single thing that could prepare me for the way they were so completely colourless now.

My jaw chattered and I tasted salted tears as I rocked her. My hands holding tight onto her, until my knuckles were ghosted.

The bullet she took from her legs was still on the bed beside us.

"How could you." I growled to her, as I rocked her lifeless body in my lap. "How could you!" I screamed, as her fucking eyes just stared up at me. I looked down at her beautiful face, and hated how her roses cheeks were now ghostly.

Not even a day ago she was dancing. You should have seen it. And The way she made me laugh as she stepped on my toes, with her belly pressed against my front. It being too big for us to truly get chest to chest.

And now, she was fucking dead. She was fucking dead and she took ever single fucking piece of me with her. And left me with nothing but the ghost of her.

How could she? She just died.

It was as if I was waiting for her to answer, to tell me just how she could leave me. How she could let herself fall through the cracks, and shatter my sanity with a sword when she left.

Let me fall through the cracks with you. That was our deal. Let our fight be my fight. That's what you fucking said to me.

HOW COULD YOU?!

I wanted so badly to hear her fucking answer. To scold me for raising my voice at her, and listen to how this stress wasn't good for our watermelon sized baby or whatever the fuck it was she'd say.

She was so fucking excited to meet him.

We didn't have a family and I told her I was hers. I promised her we would be one.

I let her down. I killed her. I killed her.

She'd hate me for this.

But she knew all along, I was nothing without her.

And so the way the metal felt on my skin, it wasn't cold, not compared to her. And I swear, as I held her, and the pistol, I heard her voice calling out to me.

Telling me to follow. To find her.

She was waiting for me. Of course she was.

Lover, I'm coming to you. I'll find you. Just like I always promised I would.

•••

Marco.

Their caskets matched. Black and shiny, with roses on the top tied together with white ribbon with birds printed on them.

no one said a fucking word as they sank into the ground beside each other.

I couldn't even begin to—I wanted to hate them. Hate them for doing this. But of course I'd know their love was the kind not even death could stop.

But How could it even be possible to love someone as hard as they loved each other? How can love do this? Turn two people, broken and scarred, into souls that live and breath as one?

But I guess it's in stories as old as time, as Romeos and Juliets , and this kind of endless love.

The dirt that began to cover them, and the silent stares of the few dozen gathered. Not a soul outside of those who stood here today knew they were gone.

But still, In loving memory of Serina and Lorenzo Deluca their headstones read, for anyone who cared to look.

And People made speeches about them , told stories. But I couldn't hear it.

Not when every memory of them played like a record in my head.

I known him my whole life. Her, it felt like the same.

And...I left her in the bedroom to find him, I knew I shouldn't have. But I also knew the only doctor within 30 miles was laying with a bullet hole in his forehead. I found him because I knew they needed to be together. They were bound to be together. They need to be.

Not even a week ago they were slow dancing in his office. He was whispering in her ear and she was laughing.

He smiled and looked at her like she was everything To him. And fuck, everyone knew she was.

Even if you'd never met them, the second you saw him look at her, you'd know.

And then I found them, together on the sheets of that bed stained with blood. They were close, both long gone. I want to think that I could have stopped him. But there was nothing I could say or do that would fix it. Fix the things she had taken with her without even realizing it.

And oh, she knew he loved her. If  love was eve a strong enough word. Or if it could even begin to describe what they had. But she knew, and she knew he'd never live without her, she knew.

He needed his sparrow.

I know.

"Marco...." Bianca said, and only now did I notice the procession was long gone and we were the only people left n the area.

And how she stood beside me, her eyes red and cheeks stained as she cradled their child in her arms.

"Don't." I whispered, my voice broke, as I shook my head and closed my eyes.

In one moment, I lost my brother, my friend and my family. All at once everything changed and I knew there wasn't anything I could do to stop it.

But I knew from the beginning that Lorenzo Deluca was not able to be killed. That he could survive torture, hell, all of the worst things you could imagine, he could survive.

But not this. Not her. You. His Sparrow.

But he also knew from the beginning, that if he ever were to succumb to something, it'd be at the hands of his greatest and only love.

"Lover, you found me." She whispered, eyes shining.

"I promised I always would sparrow." He answer as he took her in his arms, togetherness one, for all eternity.