drown with me 。(an abbachio x reader ♡〜)

twisted organs.

patrolling around the one and only venice, you smile and wave at the pedestrians. it was always a pleasure to help the neighborhood. 

 "y/n! y/n—n!" 

you turned and smiled wide, as narancia, mista, and bruno walked up to you. "narancia! mista! bruno—o!" you laughed wholeheartedly as they squished you in their affection. "so~! how's mafia work and all that?", you teased. "just fine y/n," bruno smiled. "THE PAY IS EVEN BETTER!!" narancia yelled, earning a wheeze from mista as well. kissing each one on their cheeks, you shared a melancholy goodbye and headed off to the station. you didn't see them often, but it was always nice to see them in the cafe. 

"hey, y/n, we may need some backup on this robber kid, that okay with you?" you smiled into the walkie talkie, "yes love, that would be fine." "shut up y/n!! we're on the job here.." as your partner in crime sighed into the microphone. "be there in 10. asap n/n!"

smiling again, you raced it to your popo car and drove like no tomorrow. you couldn't wait to go on another mission with your partner again.. "who's with you, love?" the sound was staticky, but loud enough to hear. "i'm with abbachio right now. hurry your ass up y/n!" you laughed, the radio blaring in your ears. "i'll be there in 2 seconds! gimme a break!!" you teased. "good. love you, honey." you rolled your eyes and turned off your microphone. the time read 12:05 as you blazed through the pearly night. swerving into a parking spot effortlessly.

you tried to etch out the building they were in, but the streetlights were off already. you glanced over to see abbachio's car parked right in front of a milk-colored building. you put your back to the entrance, listening to see what was happening. you couldn't wait to save the day in front of your s/o. "cmon abbachio, can't we work this out?" you made out the faint lines of a gun in the robbers hand. eyes fastening on the weapon, you silently jumped into the entrance and shot 2 times in the leg, one right through the left lung. 

too late.

he'd already shot.

your legs glued to the floor as the atmosphere became ice, not processing his body on the floor. the blood couldn't seem to stop. what is this god foreseen joke i've stumbled upon?  you couldn't think, all thoughts denying what was as plain as day in the cold night. the sparks in his eyes ceased to exist.

he was gone before you ever got to comprehend the loss.

your mouth taped shut out of fear, you only moved as you flinched to look up at abbachio, screaming like bloody murder. it was a sick shriek that whispered regret and agony. and soon, soon you too were crying out in agony. your stomach twisted into your heart, and your brain fizzled out along with any other thought. the only clear thought in the two of your heads was simple, and regretful. 

it should've been me.

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abbachio's pov;

i screamed a cry that crow could resonate with. i screamed like my vocal chords would edge out any moment now.

it should have been me.

and then i heard them. their cry of despair and agony. it was a long, melancholy cry; i think, they'd been longing to scream. all the cries of love she could never have worded. it was a cry of a forbidden love, but not a mistaken one. and god it made me cry all the more. i couldn't look them in the eye. how could i? i should've known. i should've saved him. i could've saved him. and now we're stuck in this pile of despair, begging us to keep crying for help. the blood oozed out, and for once, he wasn't smiling anymore. and we'd probably be too forsaken to close his eyes with our own hands.

after awhile we sat there, wondering what to say. nothing would be the best procedure, as i heard them whisper words i couldn't hear. my hands shivered and my spine crawled as i took his hand in mine, whispering words unintelligible to anyone but us. "i know where to go." i flinched, the sudden outburst of sound shaking me to the core. you picked him up, legs quivering. but we both knew it wasn't because he was heavy.

he laid on his stomach, the stench of blood fouling the car. we didn't have a care in the world. we stopped at a secluded forest. the path was drawn clearly, the bugs must have been scared by its beauty; for i didn't hear one cricket nor cicada as we walked. maybe, maybe that was just me. 

maybe. 

we stopped at a small circle of berry bushes and trees, the flowers in bloom. june made the flowers smile, as they say. she gave me a glance, and we dug silently. every so often i felt a tear moisten the dirt, a sigh erupt from their now shallow heart. it spooked something within me. i could've saved him. digging a lengthy hole, you carry his solemn corpse and lay him deep into the dirt. and then we scooped the dirt in the hole. we were suffocating him, and he never even got a chance to take a breath before he died. i heard them say a quiet jumble of prayers, and a small speech. not for me; just a desperate clinging to a sense of closure that would never be resolved. and then so did i, despite the aching in my heart that would never fully seal. 

i glanced at you, my mouth dried up from the utter shock that was shoved down. "he was a great cop and my best friend. i'm sorry." i hoped it would be enough, but i of all people knew nothing would ever be enough; and nothing ever will. "i know. i'm sorry too. if i just could've," you paused, mustering the last of your composure. "if i had just saved him, maybe." i bit my tongue, fighting back  hoarse sob. "i know. i feel the same. i'm sorry." "it's okay. don't apologize- er..." i felt her eyes shake the ground, the last of her courage leaving with their lover. we stood in the forest, the leaves too scared to make a noise, as you sobbed quietly, so as to not disturb the thick atmosphere. "abbachio." i whispered, despite my efforts to try and speak. "y/n," you breathed as you wiped the tears off your cheekbones.

and slowly, we walked back to the car with nothing but your quiet tears filling the empty noise.

as i drove deeper into the pearly moons night, you quietly gave me the directions to your house. as we pulled into your driveway, you stopped. i hesitated, wondering if i should talk. "uhm- i know that, this is so hard for you and i. and i don't know you well but. i'm always here in the station. you can always talk to me. if you'd like." you nodded i response, the only thing you could muster as to not start crying again. you breathed a quiet "have a good night." as you trailed into your house.

silence took over my car, even the radio couldn't push it out. i drove to my house, and slammed my head. "god," i whispered.

i should've saved him.

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hey guys! it's catrat here:) i hope you guys like this angsty start to the fic.. IT GETS BETTER I SWEAR!! this is a real slow slow burn sooo yeah!:) i hope you enjoy, i'm starting the next chapter right as i publish this and i'll try to update as fast as i can! thank you for reading:)<3