Reality of fiction

The sun started to set behind the fronts of buildings of grey bricks, becoming the sky orange and red. 

He looked around him looking for his smile, looking for his deep green eyes, but he was completely alone. How could it be possible? A few moments ago he was by his side, laughing and holding with affection his hand. Confused, he kept walking through the deserts streets, now darks and barely illuminated by a pair of blinking lampposts. 

He hadn't solved the problem of his absence when it started to rain. He stopped and raised up his head. He let the little drops fell down onto his tired face. He let the water caught all his doubts, all his fears. 

He decided to enter in an old bar. Its neon poster as an oasis in the middle of the desert. He sat in one of the stools at the counter with a gin cup in his hands. His presence seemed to float in the ambiance of that sick place, in the alcohol that was now in his veins. But he wasn't by his side anymore, and he still hadn't understood why. 

Feeling that the bar was strangling him, he went again outside, where now was an authentic torrential rain. At that moment, he got a bad feeling. He looked up and he saw him there, in the middle of the storm, at the rooftop terrace of a building. He was so close to the border and for a moment, he thought that he was trying to jump.

He ran in the middle of the chaos, in the middle of the rain. He got into the building and went upstairs. He arrived without breath, and he was just trying to recover when he saw him doing the first step to jump.  Terrified, he ran to him with his arms open and tears in his black eyes, thinking that he was about losing him. Before he could realize, his feet were in the air and he was falling down.

He fell, and fell...

He woke up frightened in a cinema armchair. On the big screen, the main character was about to fall down while he was jumping from the rooftop terrace of a building, but finally, he was able to reach the other side. 

-Hey, are you ok?-he listened to his voice by this side. 

In effect, he was there. With a question shining in his green eyes, with their hands interlaced and a popcorn bucket between them. He smiled and kissed him. The other laughed. 

He was in that bar again, sitting on a stool at the counter. However, at that time he wasn't alone. He was by his side. Toasting, laughing. Loving him.