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"I'll always wait for you. No matter how long your journey is, I'll be here awaiting your return into my arms."
The older man's last spoken words to Felix swirled around in his head. It had never left in the first place, but no one other than Felix needed to know that.
His train stopped suddenly, and Felix was suddenly ushered off the train cart with his things until his feet hit the hardwood floor of the train stop.
When Felix stepped off the train, his rucksack hanging from his shoulder and his other bag in his calloused hand, he grinned. It had been approximately nine years since he had last stepped into this town.
Years ago, it felt suffocating and cold, only a few people brought him a sense of joy. Though of course, he was going to see one of those people now. That was the only reason he was here really.
His heart squeezed at the thought of seeing his beloved… “friend”. That’s what they’re called nowadays, aren’t they?
Felix raced down the train stop, shoving past people in his haze. From the letters the two have exchanged over the past nine years, Felix knew that he was waiting here for him. Like he had always promised. Like he had said on the day Felix left.
When he got down from the few steps, Felix skidded to a stop. He caught his breath as he pulled out a pocket watch from his coat and checked the time.
8:11 am
“Felix!”
Hearing his voice was like a breath of fresh air after being locked in your house for days. Seeing him was like seeing the moon after a long day. His soft brown eyes gleamed like a thousand stars in the night sky, and the only thing that rivaled that was his smile.
He was standing by his new automobile that he had written about countless times in his letters to Felix. About how excited he was to show it to Felix and how he wanted to take Felix on rides with it to explore the city. To take it into the countryside for a picnic in the soft grass to reminisce about the times he and Felix had missed over the last decade.
His face reminded Felix of silver, untarnished and beautifully sculpted like the statues he had seen in Versailles when he was on his world journey for creativity. Yet, seeing the statues of the gods only reminded him of the one he loved and craved for back home.
Felix felt the bags on his shoulder and in his hand drop to the ground as he ran to the voice.
He launched himself into the other’s strong arms, reveling in the feeling of them wrapping around his waist.
Felix dug his face into the other man’s neck and choked out a sob.
“Minho.”
The older man softly cooed into Felix’s ear to calm him down, rubbing his back in small circles.
“It’s okay pixie, I’m here with you now, I’ll always be with you.”
Minho pulled away from Felix and wiped his tears away, holding his face gently as if he was made of glass and if he applied any pressure, he would shatter. He leaned his forehead against Felix’s and smiled.
“Thank you for coming back to me pixie.”
Felix smiled back, albeit a bit maniacally. Happiness was thrumming through his veins, making his head feel high and his hands skitter around in the air. They decidedly settled on top of Minho’s warm hands.
“I was always with you.”