Till Our Hearts Cross 👨❤️💋👨 💏

The End

The days that followed felt lighter, as though a weight had been lifted. Despite the lingering anger and fear from the past, Porsche had brought a sense of peace that had been missing for so long. 

There was no rush between them. They didn't push for labels or rush to define what they were. They simply were. Every moment together felt like a gradual unwinding, a gentle process of learning how to be something new, something more than the broken parts they had once been.

Porsche never demanded answers before they were ready. He allowed space for everything—just being there without pressure. In return, they had both given each other the same freedom—to be, to exist without explanation. There was no need to label or define their connection. What mattered was that, in their shared quiet, they were no longer two people bearing the weight of the world alone. Together, they were something different. Something more.

Their relationship, whatever it was, grew at its own pace. No rush to define the future. Every touch, every look shared between them felt like they were building something unspoken. Something that needed no approval from anyone else. It was theirs, and they weren't in any hurry to change that.

Meanwhile, Kinn and Ken were also discovering their own path. The way Kinn looked at Ken—filled with affection and respect—was something unexpected. Ken, in his own way, was beginning to open up, allowing his defenses to come down around Kinn. Trust was growing between them day by day. 

It was as if everyone was learning something new. For Kinn and Ken, it was about letting vulnerability in, about finding comfort in each other despite their pasts. For Porsche and Vegas, it was about learning not to always be strong—not to carry everything alone, to lean on someone else, to let go of the past and make room for something better.

The external chaos remained, but it no longer felt so overwhelming. They weren't free from their burdens but having each other made the weight easier to bear—for the moment, at least.

As they walked side by side, hands brushing lightly, there was no thought given to tomorrow or what might come next. There was no dwelling on the shadows still present in their lives. For once, the focus was on this moment—on the simple comfort of being with someone who made them feel they didn't have to carry the world on their shoulders alone. They didn't know exactly what the future held, but whatever it was, they were willing to face it together.

And for the first time in a long time, neither of them felt afraid of what that might mean. They had something real. It wasn't perfect, and it might take time, but it was something worth holding onto. And neither of them was willing to let go.

Till the next time, #lovewinsall :) Goodbye for now, my little amours.