"I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
On New Year's Day
�I will be with you again"
--New Years Day by U2
He walks swiftly, hands jammed far into the pockets of his coat. Short breaths, calculated to keep warm, fog the immediately surrounding cold air.
He's cold and alone. And he'll be alone, he thinks, when he gets home. Out of the cold, though.
He avoids thinking of you. Unhappiness is no excuse for misery, after all.
He pays attention to his watch instead, as he approaches his destination. Counting down with the rest of the world. Silently.
Ten�nine�
A few seconds of cold fingers twisting an even colder key in the lock. Knows it was exactly seven seconds, opens the door.
�two�one�
"Happy New Year" he murmurs quietly to the unresponsive darkness, which isn't really unresponsive after all, swallowing his sigh with warmth.
�Hands, breath�lips... Forming words too close to his own for him to discern, and forgotten as soon as an ardent tongue finds its way to his. Crushing, urgent, yet giving lips steal air and conscious thought.He breaths heavily when you let go, resting his forehead against yours. The arm that had groped blindly upon entry for the light switch to the left has succeeded, and turns its attention to you instead.
He's smiling, letting himself taste the sound of your name in his mouth for the first time tonight.
Just before he leans in again, to touch the rest of your face with his, he remembers to ask.
"Say again?" you smile.
"Happy New Year" And then, dipping a lazy thumb into the corner of his mouth, you add:
"�love."
"Love is clockworks
...and cold steel...
fingers...too numb to feel."
--"Love is Blindness" by U2