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Radiant morning, peaceful afternoon, the clock said three in the afternoon with forty-five minutes. In a normal schedule, that would indicate that it was lunchtime, where adults return from work to take a break and have a snack, when parents pick up their children from school and where our protagonist decides to ignore the time and continue with his chores.
Roier was arranging the chests in his castle, from left to right, from minerals to materials, armor to tools, and from pure hearts to broken souls. It had been a few weeks since his son Bobby was taken to him beyond and although he looks and feels much better now, it still doesn't take away the feeling of nostalgia every day he wakes up in that empty castle of laughter and his signs.
He has already accepted it, he had his recovery time, so every time he comes across a sign, painting or a photo of his son, he no longer looks at her with sadness, but with longing for what he once was . A bitterly sweet feeling.
Life has given him many ups and downs. More downs than ups. Having to witness the death of his best friend and his son, feeling the blame for the death of 2 eggs of his friends, the betrayal of his past love and the kidnapping of his soul mate. Remembering that last one is still a stab to his heart but thank heavens that they were able to recover him and now they will be able to fulfill all their dreams together, because they will be together until death.
“Shit, I mixed the materials from the Oxxo with those from the fucking wedding.” He cursed in the air at his mistake. Thinking about the Brazilian always distracted him from his duties.
Their relationship started off on the wrong foot. With Bobby threatening him with his gun, his and Richarlyson's fights, it seemed unusual that one day they would end up in love. But everything happened so naturally that it seemed that the same island took them there to meet. Cellbit is not a normal person, having certain kinds of problems, his past, but Roier has his own too. When they needed someone the most, they had each other.
So those who were acquaintances ended in friendship, friendship turned into flirting, flirting into rapprochement, rapprochement into affection, and affection ended not only in love; but also in pure appreciation, adoration, mutual respect.
Those amaranths of so much meaning that the one with blue eyes gave him, continue to this day to decorate in every corner of his house, as well as in the Brazilian's garden. Even when they wither, Cellbit always brings another bouquet so he never forgets its message.
“Guapito, are you around here?” He heard in the upper part of the aforementioned basement. “Gatinho, I'm down here organizing!”
He heard the footsteps of his lover quickly going down the stairs. And he saw his figure pass through the painting that covered the entrance.
He stood up quickly from the ground, closing the chest to receive his partner.
“My Cellbo, honey, what brings you here?” Roier asks to approach Cellbit with open arms showing his intention.
Cellbit approaches and wraps his arms around the chestnut's waist to then give him a little kiss. “Não posso mais visitar meu noivo? Oh, minhas desculpas então, eu não sabia que você não queria me ver. (Can't I visit my boyfriend again? Oh, my apologies then, I didn't know that you didn't want to see me)” He turned his face away from him dramatically indignant, but still with his hands holding him.
Roier just laughed, grabbed the other's handsome face and kissed his nose. "I'm supposed to be the dramatic one, after all, I didn't forget to fix the window," he mocked. “Não foi minha culpa! Quackity le gusta salir por ellas.
(It wasn't my fault! Quackity likes to go through them)”
“Yes, yes, I can understand that very well. Yesterday he broke the windows of my Oxxo.” Remembered Roier, separating himself from the arms of others. “Now if you tell me gatinho, what brings you to these directions?”
Cellbit just gave him a look and Roier couldn't help but blush. That's the look, he feels like he can drown in it, how come a boy, as charming as Cellbit is, can look at him with those eyes? Full of love, devotion, he is very ashamed to know that he is the cause of the Brazilian's sighs.
Even if they were hugging a few seconds ago, the one with the white lock of hair approached him and delicately took his hand. And he stared at his ring finger, as if there was something there and kissed it gently. His lips touching his skin, he felt like heaven, as if the stars were falling and flying over them. As if the galaxies came together and formed a big bang, the inside of him could only feel pure love and his eyes could only see pink.
"Meu amor…" his lips moved from his hand to his shoulder.
“Minha vida…” he gave him another kiss and traveled to his neck.
“Minha esperança…” another kiss, now they were on his forehead “meu ser,” another on his ear “meu noivo,” on his nose.
"Meu futuro marido" they ended up on his lips connecting, many ways to explain the feeling. As if you plug a cable into the electricity point, as if you were savoring a five-star Michelin meal, as if you were on the most exciting roller coaster of all. But the correct way to describe the feeling every time they seal their lips, is like every time you get up on a Saturday morning.
Natural, calm, special and above all correct, as if they belong there, as if you wanted it to last forever.
As Cellbit separated, he connected Roier’s gaze with his. Roier felt his vision clouded by him, not because of tears but because of all the love he felt. The Brazilian gave him another kiss on his forehead, he smiled at him and said:
“I just came to wish you a nice afternoon, my guapito.”
To later steal another kiss and sigh from his mouth to leave that room of chests.
And Roier definitely felt that he fell back in love with his fiancé.