Since yesterday, things have been different. Not in a bad way though. It's like that unknown barrier between them has broken. Now they are one. Practice today was different.
"Not that one Markiepoo" Jackson whines with a pout and Mark rolls his eyes, letting him choose the song.
They start dancing, fighting against each other, loving each other, bare souls and youthful hearts. The dance is aggressive, gentle, mesmerizing. Their eyes never leave each other's as they move effortlessly, as if they were born like that. Long forgotten piano and ballet shoes lay in the ground, in a corner of the room, to rot forever in a hell of hurtful memories.
Because they finally found who they were meant to be.
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Short StoryIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
