«And do you think that would be a bad thing?» he asks sarcastically.
«Yes, because I would never have understood that I loved you»
His eyes widen like I've never seen him do, and a tear falls from his left eye. He wipes it off gently, but soon more start to arrive. I put my hand on his cheek, and imprint that image in my mind. The wet eyes, the red nose, the prominent freckles, the wet cheeks, and the trembling lips. Those lips that I wanted so much, without even knowing it. Pink, soft, delicate. I want to feel them on mine. I want to try to savor the taste. I want to be sure that Chuuya is still mine, after all these years.
Still holding his cheek, I bring him close to my face, and place my forehead against his. Our noses touch, our eyes look at each other, our lips desire each other.
«Next time we go to the port you can look at the sea with both my eyes»
«You won't let me do it»
«I've always done it»
There is the deepest silence around us, but our ears only hear the confusion that our hearts and our words make.
«We'll eat at all the restaurants on the dam again» I whisper.
«Know then that for four years you will pay»
«I'm sure I deserve it»
My eyes are closing, I'm definitely out of energy.
«Dazai»
I slowly open my eyelids. I dive into his pupils again.
«Dazai» he repeats.
«Tell me everything, Chuuya»
«You'll never abandon me again, will you?»
«Never again»
«How can you promise that?»
I am sleepy.
I'm exhausted.
I want to sleep.
I want Chuuya.
I tighten my grip on his cheek, close my eyes, and gather the necessary courage. Our lips, so distant until a moment ago, finally come together. Inside me, the pieces find a place, they fit together, they work. I feel Chuuya respond to the kiss delicately, until I decide to go further. I lightly tap my tongue on his perfect teeth, and he parts his lips, allowing me to savor the taste of his mouth. He tastes like strawberries and wine, with a delicate hint of mint toothpaste. I didn't expect anything else different.
After a while we are forced to separate to get oxygen. We gently move our lips apart, and we return to making our foreheads meet, our breath in that of the other, my hand still placed on his cheek and both of his tied to the back of my neck.
«Is that enough of a promise?» I ask him, opening my eyelids.
«No» he replies decisively «It's still not enough for me, I want more»
I smile.
«As much as you want, Chuuya. But for now, get me out of here. I think I'll pass out any minute»
In fact, shortly after, my vision becomes blurred, and I quickly lose consciousness.
The last thing I feel is a delicate kiss on the lips.
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