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John's POV
He was wearing a nice outfit. With only black and white of course. He looked he was crying and stressed.

"Good Morning, M-Mr Jefferson!" I stuttered, I couldn't even say Thomas.

Tommy, as I used to call him, just smiled at me.

"Sit down, John." he almost whispered.

There was no table in front of us. I sat down in the velvet chair. We just looked at each other, waiting for one of us to utter a word.

"I'm looking at the man I feel in love with, the man that I loved for 10 years. And the man that imprisoned me for four years and almost had me executed. All that in one."

I haven't seen Thomas in four years, I barely remembered what his face looked like. And I forgot his voice. Even though, I love this man, can I get back together with him?"

"John!" he smiled threw tears.

I looked down at my feet.

"Thomas." I murmured.

He then wrapped this arms around me. A hug.

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