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Max walked the street, still tripping up every time he heard a Spanish accent, but quickly ignored it, realizing that he was just a Spanish-speaking person. It always hurt him to hear the Spanish accent because it reminded him of Sergio. A reminder that had been crumbling heavily in his heart every day for all these years. He was ready to ignore the accent heard in the distance again. Only this accent was softer, warmer, more attractive, more native.
He turns in the direction of the sound and walks around several people, coming closer until he notices a familiar man. The man he loved madly. A man he hadn't seen in five years.
Max looks at Sergio in surprise, frozen in place. He remains watching Sergio talking to some guy a few meters away from him. The usual white T-shirt and jeans reminded him of an old, almost forgotten, happy life.
He stays there, afraid to move, as if if he takes even a step, it will all disappear. Max looked as scared as a deer in the headlights. He wanted to blink, to make sure it wasn't a dream, but he was afraid to close his eyes even for a split second.
Sergio turns, feeling the gaze on him. He looks Max up and down, also not believing what is happening. To be honest, Sergio did not think that he would ever see Max again. A strange, disconcerting feeling of deja vu comes over him as he looks back into his beloved eyes, a strikingly deep shade of blue. The eyes that had been cherished in his heart all the time.
Max hesitantly takes a couple of steps towards Sergio, reaching for his face with his hand, but freezes at a fairly large distance. Max swallows hard, feeling tears in his eyes.
"S-Sergio?" His voice sounds painful, low and so uncertain.
Sergio feels his stomach clench at the sound of Max's voice, at the fact that he is saying his name. His heart clenches at the way it sounded. A million words came to mind, but all he could manage was to whisper, holding his breath, the answer he thought he would never say again.
"Max?"
Max puts his hands on his cheeks. He feels his nose sting, and tears trickle down from his eyes. His face reflects pain and fear, but he is so uncertainly happy. He just cries looking into Sergio's brown eyes.
"Mi pez..." Max says softly, remembering the affectionate pet name he always called Sergio.
Max's fingers on his skin, Max's voice in his ears, an old pet name that his heart responded to with deep warmth… Everything came flooding back to Sergio at once. Thousands of emotions and memories came crashing down on him with such force that it was too much. His own tears were streaming down his cheeks when he heard Max's trembling voice, his heart squeezed from the pain he heard.
"Mi corazón..." Sergio closes his eyes, leaning into the warm palms. His own hands gently wrap around Max's wrists.
Max tries to blink away the tears. He wants to see Sergio's face clearly now, from which the corners of his lips lift in a trembling smile. He can't say anything because of the lump in his throat, just silently leans closer. He kisses Sergio gently and carefully, remembering the taste of his beloved lips.
Sergio's hands gripped Max's wrists tightly, afraid that everything was not real. Afraid that the moment he lets go, Max will simply disappear. And they forget about everything that surrounds them. Forget where they are. Forget about all the other problems.
Their heart felt broken but also full at the same time. It was confusing, but they needed it... needed each other. The feeling of home they've needed all these years. This warmth and this comfort filling their aching hearts. The sweet and still the same taste of their lips...
A lot has changed in all this time. A lot has gone and appeared. Something disappeared and came. But there is only one thing, everything is always the same…
Their love lived, lives and will be…