daniel smiled as he shook another news reporters hand. it was his first time ever in america, and it was for the opening of his art museum.
not only were other famous artists there, there was news reporters, and wealthy fans of daniel. daniel took a sip of his wine as he stood in a group of other adults, tapping his dress shoe against the tile floor.
"i think i'm going to go welcome other guests, i'll be over in a few minutes." daniel said, setting down his drink.
although he had been to many events like this, he still always became nervous. and being in america only made it worse.
daniel headed to the front doors of the museum, shaking hands and greeting people. they were all there for him and his art, so the least he could do is shake their hands and talk to them.
daniel tugged at his tuxedo sleeves, pulling at them nervously.
and as daniel waited for more people to approach him, there was a tap on his shoulder. daniel turned around, a smile on his face.
"hello! have we met before?" daniel said, sticking his hand out.
"hmm. i think we have, but i'm not sure. does the name jonah ring a bell?"
daniel's face went pale and his heart picked up.
"jonah?" daniel asked, taking in the man's features. "saint merde!" daniel mumbled. he cursed in french while around americans, so they couldn't see that he wasn't being formal.
"miss me?" jonah asked, opening his arms for a hug. daniel quickly hugged him back. he smelled just like he did ten years ago, and daniel could feel tears begin to pool in his eyes.
"how'd you find out i was going to be here?" daniel asked, not letting go of jonah.
"you're all over the news. 'french artist opens debut museum in america'," jonah said. "i knew i had to come see you. look at the progress you've made. from painting people in your tiny house in france to owning literal museums." jonah said. daniel finally let go, wiping away his tears as he stood in front of jonah.
"i thought you'd forget about me."
"i could never forget about you, daniel." jonah said.
"did you keep our promises?" jonah asked.
daniel thought for a moment. he had only made love with corbyn since the two were separated. he hadn't touched anyone else, he hadn't been in love with anyone else, and in all honesty, most nights before he drifted off to sleep, he thought about jonah.
"i have. it's only been you, jonah. have you kept our promises?" daniel asked, a feeling of hope in his chest.
"yes, daniel. i have. i knew some day i'd find my way back to you, and it would be worth it," jonah said. "when you return to france, how about i tag along with you, yeah?" jonah asked.
daniel nodded.
"je suppose que l'amour retrouve toujours son chemin." daniel said, grabbing jonah's hand.
"l'amour n'oublie jamais."
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