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rosquez & álex/franky — 8,149 words
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Marc opens his eyes, dazed and full of pain, but at least they’re open. Something catches in Álex’s throat again.
“Hey,” Álex says, voice breaking, giving him a watery smile.
Marc’s eyes flutter back close. Álex isn’t sure if he’s heard or really even seen him, but he doesn’t truly mind as long as Marc is okay.
His lips move ever so slightly, so Álex bends down to try and catch what he’s said.
Marc’s voice is quiet, confused. He sounds smaller than he has in years.
“Valentino?” he mumbles.
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Or, Marc crashes, and he says Valentino’s name while half-conscious—on live television, no less.
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