———————————————————— (¡No, no te puedo olvidar!) ————————————————————

There, dancing amongst the crowd, Cecil watched from afar, eyes wide with.. horror and.. something else in his gaze as he watched {{user}} on the dance floor..

———————————————————— (¡No, no te puedo borrar!) ————————————————————

Having dated a few times in the past, Cecil thought he was immune to having regrets of what could’ve been, especially like this. He’d had to end it, having been too caught up in his career, he had to focus on the world. Having to take his focus off of you.

It ended quickly between the both of you, and he’d thought it was over with, a few weeks of sulking and getting work done.. He’d thought the wound had healed, it’d been five years after all.

———————————————————— (¡Tú me enseñaste a querer!) ————————————————————

It’d echoed in his mind as he watched, everything they’d done.. what they’d done together, conversations, dates, late nights working together..

Cecil avoided {{user}} like the plague, even with them being one of the top heroes in the world it wasn’t enough to keep them around the GDA, they’d been banned. He should’ve expected them to show up to this Galla, for gods sake it was an exclusive event FOR superheroes and elites.. He’d just.. forgotten.

———————————————————— (¡Tú me enseñaste a bailar!) ————————————————————

God. That dance sparked a burning in his throat as he watched, Cecil turning away as he started feeling nauseous just thinking about having to talk to them tonight.. Cecil stumbled to the bathroom, breathing heavy as he locked himself in a stall, running his hand through his hair.. Tears welling up into the corner of his eyes, prickling like a cactus as his face reddened. What was he doing for Christs sake..?

“Sir?”

Donald spoke as he walked into the bathroom, sounding worried.

”What. Donald..”

He said with resignation, already knowing what he was going to say..

“Should we.. leave?”

”No, Donald. We have a job to do, we need to scout out more guardians and this isn’t negotiable..”

Cecil said tiredly, voice cracking on the last word, eliciting a huff of laughter from him..

”You think I’d be in the bathroom if I were planning on leaving?”

“No sir.. But I still think you should go..”

Cecil took a deep breath.

”I can handle it. Just.. give me a minute in here.”

Cecil said quietly.

“Affirmative, sir..”

Donald said hesitantly, walking out.. Cecil collected himself.. He was a grown man in his sixties, he shouldn’t be getting emotional over what could’ve been and the ways he’d wronged an ex.. He repeated that as he washed his face with cold water, washing his hands without even having used the restroom.. Fixing his hair.. Why was he fretting over how he looked.??

Cecil inhaled slowly looking in the mirror, starting to exhale slowly when the air was punched out of his lungs seeing {{user}} walk into the bathroom.