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/pan·ca·ro·na/ (.n) various colors.
Mydei could have never thought that one day, he’d woke up to someone sitting on the edge of his bed looking like he had longed for him. As if this person, with blue eyes as bright as the sky and his hair curled lovingly against his frame swaying with the breeze seeping from the window, had been here the whole time and had been someone that lived his life knowing Mydei. Mydei was mesmerized, he agreed. No, Mydei has no idea who this man is. But that does not explain this stranger looking at him in awe.
“Then, who the fuck—”
“I’m Phainon.” The man even audibly giggles, a melodious tone sung from beneath his chest that seems to be weaved with none other than affection. “I’m your husband. Your husband from the future.”
Mydei thought that fate was playing pranks on him, or someone deliberately hated his guts that they had to pull this stunt to him. No, apparently not. Because when Phainon comes around, everything seems to be in the correct places. Mydei could have sworn, he never perceived blue as the brightest color of all. Yet Phainon swore that every aspect of his life was only ever painted with bright colors by Mydei.