Veneziano-X-Reader: That Bad Feeling

Glancing at your phone, you slammed it back down when you found out how many messages you had

NONE

"Where the hell is-?"

You just shook your head as you stared back at the ceiling, saddened and worried about-

Wait, back up!

You were worried? You weren't worried! Pfft! He could go die and shrivel up , you still wouldn't care! 

Right...?

Sighing, you glanced at your phone once again.

NOTHING

A few minute later, you had looked again.

NADA

Then again a few minutes later.

NOPE

"Where the hell-!"

Then, a ringing suddenly filled the room.

Fumbling with the damned cellphone, you immediately answered "Hello?"

"Ah! Bella Ragazza! I miss you so much!"

"Vene? What's wrong? Are you crying? Where were you after the meeting?"

You heard a chuckle.

"Veneziano! Me and your brother are worried! Everyone is!"

"Listen, [Name]...! Ti amo tanto! Non sai quanto io...!"

There was a pause "Vene?"

"Listen, amore...! I have to go, but remember! Don-!"

"Vene?"

Continuous beeps answered the worried voice

"Vene? Veneziano?!"

Tears suddenly poured out of your [e/c] as you clenched the phone in your hand, trying to wipe it 
away with the other fist.

You didn't know this, but that bad feeling in your stomach wasn't true.

It was much worse than that