Bullfighting -Spamano-The night was cold. Bitterly cold. The wind outside was strong, so strong that the tree that was there was being blown easily by the heavy wind. The branches tapped fiercely against the window of the small, dark room, causing an eerie sound to almost thunder in the quiet area.Bullfighting -Spamano-2 years ago in Settings More Like This
At the corner of the room, Lovino sat in a chair. His face was buried into his hands, and his elbows rested on his knees. His back curved and if it wasn't for him sitting down, he would have almost been in a fetal position. The tears ran down his cheeks, flowing so smoothly as they landed onto his hands, and here and there they spilled on the sleeves of his sweater.
Beside him, more into the center of the room, was a hospital bed. On it Antonio was there, nearly lifeless and without any movement whatsoever. His body was covered by a thin white blanket. There were wires all over his body, most of them trying to regulate his breathing, if any breathing. As for the others, Lovino didn't really know what they did. Bu