It was a sweet gathering. The people he loved the most were around him, three years later in the only place he could call home. He looked at their faces, one by one, their characteristics so familiar and so beautiful to him. He was lucky to have them, he was lucky to still be alive after everything and the memories of his journey seemed so distant at the moment.
As he sat in his chair, his most trusted people chatting, small laughter traveling from ear to ear for the first time in a while he felt contempt. It was peaceful, the atmosphere, their eyes and their voices, everything was peaceful and filled with happiness.
He turned his head to the side, his green eyes landing on the man he had loved the most, the only man he had ever loved actually and his heart fluttered as crazily as the first day he had seen him in that dirty alley. It had been such a long time ago but his words, their first exchanged gazes were still vibrant like a photograph hanging on the wall of his room.
