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He was feeling sick in the guts.
It wasn't the nearly 10 hours of flight from Florida to Italy. It wasn't the lack of food, either. Walking by the streets of Napoli never felt so wrong before.
Everything seemed so normal that it was making him sick. The airport was as usual, but it felt like an entirely different place, far, far way. People walked by his side, looked at his tired blue eyes, and keep living their lifes, as if nothing had ever happened. Giorno felt like he could thrown up in any minute. The sun was warm, but he was cold from head to toes.
Blurry memories passed trought his eyes, and Giorno had to blink to concentrate again. Maybe nothing happened and his mind just made up everything. If it only were that simple. If it were that simple, he wouldn't have to see that nightmare all over again when he closed his eyes. It have been almost three days of pure regret. 'What if's' and 'i was too slow'.
The blond almost didn't noticed the person that stopped by his side.
"Hey, sorry buddy, are you okay? You're looking a bit pale"
Giorno never cried before, because life had taught him that crying was useless, useless. So, why had his vision became blurred, just by listening to his voice?
He remembered Koichi Hirose, from a long time ago (that felt like an entire lifetime). Stand users atract others stand users he had said. Maybe that stament was true to soulmates too.
Guido Mista was in front of him, looking as beautiful as ever. The same tanned skin, the same warm eyes. He looked at him with a mix of confusion and concern, his eyebrowns put together in a frown. He blinked twice, making the warm tears fall through his cheeks, his heart beating painfully in his chest. The sun of Napoli was blinding him and so was Mista's little smile. He almost laughed. Oh, lucky, unlucky me.
"I- " Giorno didn't knew what to say, he didn't thought that this would happen this soon. He didn't thought this could happen at all. 'Hi, you're the love of my life, don't you remember? I'm glad i found you' was too straightforward, even for him. He never felt so lost in his whole life "I'm fine, just a bit sick from my flight"
"Oh, are you a tourist? I can help you to get to your hotel, if you aren't feeling good" Mista got closer and Giorno's legs became like gelatin. He still couldn't completely believe what his eyes were seeing. Mista was here, all bones and flesh, an alive. Strong hands kept him in place, his touch burning trough the soft fabric of his blouse.
"Thank you"
"You're welcome" Mista said, with a bright smile. Giorno felt like he could cry again in any minute "Guido Mista is my name, by the way"
"Giorno Giovanna, a pleasure to meet you"
"Giorno, uh? is a nice name, fitting for someone as pretty as the morning" Giorno froze in his place while Mista winked his eye, a playful smile dancing in his lips. The pick up lines were as bad as always. "So, GioGio, where are you going anyway?"
Giorno smiled for the first time since all that mess in Florida. Even if we have to start all over, i promise, i won't give up on you.
"Home"