I think this is like the third or fourth time I've read this. The first time I didn't really 'get' it, not having been properly introduced to Spain or Valencia or Villa and Silva. The second time I knew what was happening so that was great, and I got to better enjoy the beauty of your wordcraft and storytelling. But it wasn't until now that I began to really truly viscerally understand this. And, asfjisjfh. My soul is in knots, and every pressure point is Silva's heartache and Villa's distancing nearness. The heat and the English rain that only underscores Spain left behind. I don't even know what I'm going on about anymore, just that this is amazing and how do you even exist. This pairing just breaks me in two. I don't understand, but it is some kind of beautiful.