Summer don't know me no more
He'd just let me loathe in myself
They say, it's always summer in Brazil. Maybe that's why the luxuriously white sheets in Fernando's suite are still warm, so he can cry himself to sleep breathing in the smell of Vitaly's cologne.
He doesn't even clearly remember why he was mad at Vitaly two years ago. The memories faded to black, only to rear their ugly heads now.
It might be that Vitaly returns, sooner or later. He must return. Fernando gets his hopes high. But they both have to swallow the bitter pill of realisation that their pride means less than their love. Even when they aren't on the same grid anymore.