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“Marc. Ciao. I guess you’re feeling much better than the last time?” Valentino’s words hit him like a wet backhand slap in the face and, for a long beat, he’s under the impression of seeing double, his head spinning and spinning, bile threatening to rise to his throat, the smell of it acrid in his nostrils. He doesn’t know what would be better. Throwing up or passing out? Maybe both, and not necessary in this order. What the fuck would you know? he thinks about saying, but when he opens his mouth to speak only a miserable, broken sound comes out, and it feels as if he’s drowning. Valentino knows what’s going on because he was there to witness him spiraling. Valentino knows what’s going on because he was there, in his bed, holding him while he blindly refused to accept he wasn’t dreaming. Valentino knows because Marc wasn’t having a convoluted, far too realistic dream; Valentino knows because he’s the one who has managed to put him to sleep when he hadn’t been sleeping for almost two days straight. It turns out that Marc's lucid dream wasn't exactly a dream, after all.

Fics like Roma non è stata costruita in un giorno

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