Dream (4)

Davy's eyes widened, tears continued to stream down his cheeks, and he still couldn't believe what he was seeing. Even with the warmth that was enveloping him from the two's embrace, his mind was still unable to process what was happening. 

Amidst his tears, Davy tried to withdraw slightly, and he stared at the faces of the two. The familiar faces of the arrogant redhead who constantly annoyed him and the pretty and soft man who always clung to him whenever he had the opportunity were reflected in his eyes. 

Davy's lips trembled; slowly, he touched the cheeks of the two with his hands and looked at them with his tear-stricken eyes full of yearning and even fear that this dream would stop in an instant. 

"Is it really..." Davy almost choked on his words, staring at two that he also missed so much. He couldn't even finish his question; in fact, he didn't even know what he wanted to ask in the first place.