♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ♡

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Polnareff had been a believer of true love ever since he was a child. He had wanted nothing moe than to find someone to love him as much as he'd love them, though, he quickly came to realize that romance just wasn't his department. His mother had always told him and his sister, Sherry, that they, too, would find their true loves someday.

Polnareff refused to think about it since his sister's death; something he was so eager to get to know discarded, the memories too painful to bear.

Of course, that hadn't changed his obvious appreciation for the existence of women, but there were moments in which he would be reflecting on the past as tears trailed down his freckled cheeks, his eyes red and puffy from the sadness and pain.

He loved the love itself, yet he also thought himself incapable of ever loving and trusting someone after his sister was taken from him. How could he have been able to think about love, when the most important person in his heart was ripped out of his life so brutally?

Polnareff used to think that. He had thought he would never be able to love ever again, not romantically, not platonically, never. His love for his sister was too big to let go of her, making him hold tightly onto memories which he cherished, despite the pain in his heart and soul. He never truly stopped grieving for Sherry.

He never truly stopped blaming himself for her death. If only he'd been with her. If only he had went to pick her up from school instead of trusting in her. If only—

Jean Pierre Polnareff had been through times of hell, yet his eagerness to find love had never left him, even then. If it had, he wouldn't be able to explain the current situation. The situation in which he and Avdol found themselves right now.

If his belief in love had truly vanished, he wouldn't have been sitting here with Avdol in his arms.

If his beautiful worldview of finding true attraction everywhere had truly been discarded, he wouldn't have had fallen in love with the other.

If his hopeless dreams of someone special had been lost for all eternity, he wouldn't have been singing this love song for the other to listen, even though he couldn't understand French.

"L'âme en peine, il vit mais parle à peine. Il attend devant cette photo d'antan. Il, il n'est pas fou. Il y croit c'est tout. Il la voit partout, il l'attend debout. Une rose à la main, à part elle il n'attend rien."

Polnareff sang for the love of his life, yet memories of Sherry came to his mind; back when he had sung this very song for her to cheer her up. He forced them to the back of his mind, where they belonged. He didn't want to cry in such a moment with his lover.

"Rien autour, n'a de sens et l'air est lourd. Le regard absent il est seul et lui parle, souvent. Il, il n'est pas fou. Il l'aime c'est tout. Il la voit partout, il l'attend debout. Une rose à la main, non. Non plus rien ne le retient. Dans sa love story."

He felt Avdol snuggle close to him, closer than they already were. His head rested on the Frenchman's shoulder and Polnareff gently put his head onto Avdol's. They were basking in each other's presences, the only sounds being the birds outside and Polnareff's voice.

"Dans sa love story."

As the Egyptian man seemed to be relaxing more and more, Polnareff was trying harder and harder not to let his emotions topple over him. He was happy, the love of his life was right next to him and they were finally at peace after everything that had happened in Cairo. Then, why was Polnareff feeling the need to cry?

Even worse; why was he feeling the need to cry out of relief? Polnareff couldn't understand how the memory of his sister made him want to cry in relief.

"Dans sa love story."

Perhaps, this was a sign? Was God telling him that his sister was in a much better place? Polnareff had never been a very religious person. He believed in God and Jesus and Heaven and Hell, yes, but he had never went to church all too much.

Was this feeling of relief a sign from his sister? Was Sherry telling her older brother that she was safe now?

"Sa love story."

Before he could even finish the line, tears pricked the corners of his eyes and Polnareff found himself smiling sadly. It could have been that he was reading too much into his emotions, but he decided to go with his theory and see this as the relief of finally knowing that his sister was safe from all evil now.

"Prends ma main, promets-moi que tout ira bien. Serre-moi fort, près de toi, je rêve encore, oui. Oui je veux rester mais, je ne sais plus aimer, j'ai été trop bête, je t'en prie, arrête. Arrête, comme je regrette non, je ne voulais pas tout ça."

The tears started flowing before he could even realize it, and they were gently embraced by a cold metal hand. Polnareff looked to Avdol, met by his lover's warm smile and soft chestnut colored gaze. The silver haired man took a shaky breath and put his hand on top of Avdol's, giving him his own gentle smile.

"Je serai riche, et je t'offrirai tout mon or et si tu t'en fiches, je t'attendrai sur le port. Et si tu m'ignores, je t'offrirai mon dernier souffle de vie. Dans ma love story."

There hadn't been any words exchanged between them, yet Avdol seemed to understand what Polnareff was feeling even when the latter was singing. It made Polnareff's chest swivel with love, the warm feeling pooling into him like a waterfall blessing the nature with its endless life source.

Was this what his mother had been talking about? Had the countless memories of Sherry been hinting at this? Was he finally finding the feeling he had been so eager to know about?

He decided, yes.

This moment was the most important of his life, he thought. He could finally let his sister go, even if it wasn't all the way, and find the answers he had been looking for.

"Dans ma love story."

The affection for his lover was crystal clear in his ice blue eyes, as he caressed Avdol's cheek gently. Not only did he feel relief at this very moment, but also found countless different meanings to his life.

"Dans ma love story, ma love story."

This was their love story. Not only Polnareff's. Not only Avdol's. It was their's, and Polnareff wouldn't trade the world for it. He realized, the song had gotten a new meaning for him.

It was no longer only the song he had sung for Sherry to cheer her up when she was crying and sobbing terribly.

It also became the song he sung for Avdol because he was so painfully in love with him, the lyrics just seemed to fit.

"Une bougie, peut illuminer la nuit. Un sourire, peut bâtir tout un empire. Et il y a toi, et il y a moi. Et personne n'y croit, mais l'amour fait d'un fou un roi, et si tu m'ignores, j'me battrai encore et encore."

Polnareff leaned forward, his forehead touching Avdol's as he closed his eyes, wishing to cherish this moment for longer. He was so stupidly in love with the man before him, he couldn't even voice his affection normally.

"C'est ta love story. C'est ta love story."

Polnareff knew, if Avdol asked for the world, he would grant his wish without a second thought.

"C'est l'histoire d'une vie.. love story."

This was their tale. This was Polnareff's development in such short notice. This was Avdol's unspoken yet well-known devotion.

"Dans notre love story," Polnareff whispered softly as he leaned in to kiss his lover, Avdol's lips soft against his.

This was their love story.

And both would willingly give their lives for the other.

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