You'll Always Have My Shoulder When You Cry

The Mirror

Mirrors by Justin Timberlake

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside me
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're makin'
Two reflections into one
'Cause it's like you're my mirror

Andres Rosales sat in his office with a big frown. Yes, Andres is the Spanish mafia don, but he smiled every now and then. Everyone knew he was a pretty chilled-out guy outside the mafia, but inside, oh, he'd kill you so quickly you wouldn't even realize it. The reason he was extra happy today is that his friend or boyfriend (they chicken out every time they need to discuss their relationship status).

Andres: Hey

Alessio: Hi

Andres: Did I do something wrong?

Alessio: NO

Andres: Then why the hell are you ignoring me? Why aren't you coming to the meeting with Sandro? Have you started drinking again? Sio, I'm right here, please stop pushing people away.

Alessio: IM NOT

Andres: Then what?

Alessio: i-i uh

This came as a shock to Andres. Sio only stuttered when he was drunk and when he first kissed him.

Andres: "You only stutter when you're drunk."

Alessio: "Wait, I can't talk to him; he is sleeping. I'll text you."

Saying that, he cut the call, leaving Andres to ponder who the heck was "he."

"We found Luca."

*Oohhhhh.* Andres thought. 

Alessio: Gtg.

Alessio shut off his phone. He glanced at Luca, who was on the bed, clutching the bedsheet and wasn't looking at him as usual. He didn't even know what color his son's eyes were; he would never be able to see his first steps, know his first word. Alessio didn't know if Luca could speak or not. The idiot finally decided to do something and got up but carefully because he knew sudden movements startled Luca.

"Hey, good morning," Alessio said, walking toward Luca's side but not on the bed (even though it was a king-sized bed).

"Luca, you know you can look at me."

Luca's head snapped so quickly that Alessio was concerned it would break. He saw Luca properly now, and he looked exactly like Alessio did when he was younger.

Alessio had a unique eye condition called Central heterochromia, where both his eye colors were dark chestnut brown, but at the center, it was a caramel brown. He used to hate his eyes, but now Alessio kind of didn't care. Luca had the exact same eyes as him, which brought some tears to Alessio's eyes because of the dust

.Luca had never really seen himself in the mirror. His birth mother used to call him ugly and comment on his looks and his eyes. Luca was told by his step-person

(A/N No way I'm calling him a father)

that his eyes were his worst quality, using harsh language. Luca wished he had eyes like Alessio; they looked so pretty, he thought. Quite stupid on his part because he had the same eyes as Alessio but didn't know that.

"We have the same eyes," Alessio muttered as if he was talking to himself like a psychopath. 

(A/N I talk to myself too. No offense to people who talk to themselves. Can't blame them because people are boring, no offense to people.)

Luca couldn't help but tilt his head to that. Alessio saw that and chuckled but then stopped when he realized that Luca had probably not glanced in the mirror.

"Do you know what's a mirror?"

Luca shook his head. Luca always loved to learn, which was very, very weird for an abused toddler, but he liked learning things because it was the one time he could think about something other than the pain.

"A mirror is like a special piece of glass that shows you what's in front of it. There's one in the bathroom. I could show you if you want." Luca was so curious he forgot he had to be frightened.

Alessio saw Luca's eyes lighten up at a simple thing like a mirror and couldn't help but smile at how his fear had melted away in eagerness to learn, but it was a sad smile as if he had been with Alessio he probably would have looked at thousands of mirrors.

Luca tried to stand up but his ribs hurt, so he flinched much Alessio would have told him to sit back down, and he would have just used his phone, but he needed Luca to come for a bath.

"Luca, do you need help? You need to be on bed rest but you also need a bath."

Luca was shocked that Alessio asked if he needed help and was wondering what a bath was but he thought that Alessio meant that as a command, a sentence he had to obey. He nodded reluctantly, feeling scared. Alessio offered Luca his hand, and Luca knew what he had to do (whenever his birth giver offered her hand it was not to give him a hug it was so that she could hit Luca).

 Luca took Alessio's hand, which was trembling and shaking; he also whimpered. Alessio saw that he didn't want to hold his hand and put his hand back down.

"If you don't want to hold my hand you can tell me. Okay? You don't have to," Alessio said gently. Alessio saw that Luca was still scared, so he bent down on his level.

"Luca. Please let me know if there's anything you're not comfortable with, okay? We can take things slow; you can look at me in the eyes, buddy." Alessio knew why Luca refused to look him in the eye; it was because back when child trafficking was present in many mafias, they believed that your 'subject/servant' didn't have the right to look at you in the eyes.

"Now, about that mirror. How about we go to the bathroom?" Alessio suggested, leading Luca gently toward the bathroom.

They entered the bathroom, and Luca's eyes widened even more when he saw the mirror.