Twenty-Four
"They're beautiful... Absolutely beautiful."
It was New Years eve and Dylan had dragged us both out to the top of the hill to stare at the fireworks as the boomed up across the lake.
The sky was luminescent with shades of crystal blue and green; the brilliance of the colored lights only matched by the boom that ruptured through the otherwise empty night, as the sparks fell into the Earth, and faded into the oblivion of time.
"I'm so glad you're here to spend it with me." He grinned, laying on his back down in the grass.
"Me too."
There was a silence between us, the only noise the steady echo of the fireworks.
Staring at him, I noticed the way the fireworks lit up in his eyes. They were far from ocean blue, more like a deep brown; but intoxicating just the same.
I felt drunk, but not from any liquor. There was a look in his eyes that filled me with something that felt less like giggly bubbles from a cheap vodka, and more like an unexplained warmth from a rich champagne. Something was altered, something was real here. I had never felt this way with Steven, but Dylan-
I didn't know what came over me, maybe the lack of fear, the rush of adrenaline, or just the mass of affection I felt for the man sitting next to me, but I pressed my lips onto his. He tasted like cinnamon; fiery, yet with a pleasant kind of sting; electrifying, yet tranquil.
We moved as one, and as the clock struck midnight I didn't finally didn't fade back into tattered cloths and old dreams.
The thoughts of a past didn't even cross my mind.
