Zane wasn’t sure who he was expecting when the man turned around. A stranger, a neighbor, an ex-student. Somebody that didn’t turn his insides to stone. The second those familiar eyes locked onto his he felt his heart stop and the blood drain from his face.
Beyond the fact that he hadn’t seen Luca in two years, he hadn’t seen him in two years following him dumping him and then disappearing. He could feel Molly watching him with curious worry, her small hand tucking into his much larger one as if to try and comfort him.
He was speechless. Once he got over the fact that his ex, the man who he’d thought had been the love of his life, was standing in front of him out of fucking nowhere, it registered in his mind that he didn’t look right. There was a thick layering of what appeared to be makeup on his face, his eyes a different shade of brown-green than they’d always been.
The realization made him feel sick to his stomach, his eyes glassing over with tears. He just shook his head quickly and took a step back, refusing to cry in front of Molly. In front of him. What the actual fuck. He was one of them.
He didn’t know what else to do. He gripped Molly’s hand a little tighter and made them turn quickly, doing his best to rush across the road. He was going to be late for work. Or that’s what he kept telling himself to justify him saying nothing to the man who’d completely broken his heart, trust, and self-confidence. But he was dead? Luca was dead? His thoughts were muddled and heavy and he barely even thought to check the road before crossing.
WHEN ONE WOULD expect to be met with their ex-boyfriend, people already had a likely reaction already in mind. let’s just say, this was NOT one of them. sure, the brunette was more than surprised at seeing the familiar figure, believing for ages that zane most likely would have hopped towns since luca’s death. while he wasn’t sure if it was true, he felt that their relationship was tied down to roarton because of luca’s inability to leave. he supposed he was more than wrong at such a pathetic notion of importance and he felt like a F O O L believing he had prominence in zane’s life.
luca kept looking down at the girl who had particularly found herself sticking close to zane. “your DAUGHTER? she’s cute.” it took great effort for the brunette not to ask questions, not wanting to instill fear on the young girl. he literally bit his tongue, white teeth sinking into the muscle to refrain from talking. luca was SCARED and that was an emotion he had not felt in a long time. he felt he didn’t care if people found his current status abhorrent but there was a part of him that did not want zane to hate him. i suppose it’s a little too late for that.
luca had been with the man for almost two years so it did not take much effort to read the man’s movements, the way his facial muscles strained under the weight of what stood before him. if the prescott son still had a heart, it most definitely could be heard by those close enough to him. seeing zane walk away from him, without even uttering ONE SINGLE WORD was a low blow. it took a lot to get luca riled up and zane managed to do that it less than A M I N U T E. he didn’t mean to follow after the two but his legs had a mind of their own. it was at this time that he saw the man and child walking across the street in reckless strides, not paying attention to the traffic of roarton. the roads were usually empty but the commotion following the return of the pds sufferers proved to bring new life to the once deserted streets. it seemed they couldn’t make out the incoming car.
strides long, a panic ensuing on his face, he managed to push the two out of the way. luca wasn’t hit too hard -- well, at least he’d like to hope so since he couldn’t feel pain. he just lost his balance, stumbling a few meters away. it was a good assumption to say that the car was able to hit the breaks at the most convenient of times.
“what the HELL in muse madness were you thinking walking across the street as if you got a blindfold on, zane? and they say MY eyes are bad. did you stay up reading in darkness within these past few years that your eyeballs just L O S T their sense of sight? like the optometrist was just like, yeah there’s not level of how BAD your F R E A K I N G eyes are. what are you? a BLIND CAVE FISH? and speaking of which, what kind of person just walks away after seeing someone they haven’t seen in a very, very, very, very long time? apparently zane mc’freaking andreas. listen, i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about my illness but come on, what kind of person doesn’t even say hello? did you just not recognize me with these eyes and skin color? like should i just wipe it off and take out the contacts? --- wait, scratch that i’ll look even more different. IN ANY CASE, you come right over here young man, and give me the hello and goodbye the Beatles think i deserve.” let’s just say that words kept spilling out of luca’s mouth, his lack of filter being concerning with the crowd that was brought forth by the almost accident and now grandmother lecture.
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