A cold lonely night, strong internet connection, red wine, and an Instagram account is all it takes for Sabito to remember things he was made to forget.
Not that he regrets anything, though.
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"We'll see each other again, right?"
He asks, voice trembling just as much as he was, slowly raising up his head, his deep blue ocean eyes meaning to meet those metallic lilac irises of the other man.
Their eyes fixate on each other, moonlight dancing on each other's skin, watching them, keeping record of the events on this particular chilly evening.
"For as long as you want me, and I want you. I'll come back to you."
A promise.
The cold, bitter, evening breeze laps through them, the looser parts of their clothes swaying along with it. The breeze grazes their hair.
And a ribbon is lost with the wind.
Inky black hair is pushed back and forth, the air threading through each of the individual strands, as did the peachy locks that flew forward, framing the older man's face that would have made the blue-eyed boy's heart leap had it been another day. But tonight it hurt, enduring pangs to his heart at the thought of reality.
"What if we never see each other again," The tears spill from the younger's eyes as quick as the words do from his mouth, stammering. In a rush, wanting to voice his thoughts, let it all out. "What if—what if I don't ever come back here? What if we forget each other? What if—"
Teary blue eyes stare at him, desperate, pleading, begging the older man to tell him its okay.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
"Shush. "
One word, and the boy was silent, the look of desperation never leaving his eyes.
He knows that he knows what he wants.
Assurance.
Certainty.
Security.
Salvation?
—He gets none.
"The world has its perks, alright?"
The younger nods, biting back his tears and sobs, not wanting to cry. No, not tonight.
Please, not yet. Don't cry.
Not tonight.
Not tonight.
Warm hands envelopes him, long fingers tipping his chin up, forcing him to look directly at the man's face.
Shaggy peachy hair, kind lilac eyes, soft plush lips that were even softer against his own, and a bandage along the expanse of his cheekbone.
He goes over his features a couple more times in an attempt to memorize them forever, to burn them in his memory, to take in and learn every single detail of him by heart.
