The rain was relentless as I walked home from the bus stop.
Work as a novice in industrial design had been stressful, but manageable.
It wasn't exactly fun, but it paid the bills.
It had been about a year since we left New York, and though the weather was different here, the steady rhythm of Seattle's rain had a certain frequency that felt oddly comforting. I pulled my coat tighter against the chill, noting the contrast between this city's gray skies and the vibrant neon lights that marked the bar beneath our flat.
Like always, the glow of the bar's sign cut through the gloom. The familiar hum of conversation and the soft clinking of glasses greeted me as I pushed open the door. The warmth enveloped me immediately, a stark contrast to the cold outside.
I glanced around, spotting Lucian behind the counter. His hair, now back to platinum, caught the light as he moved among the bottles and glasses. Even as his hair grew, it remained short, framing his face, without losing its edge.
He looked up, and for a moment, his gaze met mine through the crowd.
A smile spread across his face, wide and genuine. It was the kind of smile that said everything needed to be said, effortlessly bridging the gap between the day's weariness and the comfort of home.
"Welcome home, Vin." He said, his voice carrying over the din of the bar.
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Of moonshine and memories | BoyXBoy
RomansaYears after cutting ties, Vincent and Lucian are thrown back into each other's lives, their worlds colliding in stark contrast. While Vincent has built a stable, somewhat normal life, Lucian's recklessness has finally caught up with him, sending his...
