When You Wish Upon A Star | TwoSet Violin

You and Me(In Our Little Infinity)

It was a cold, moonless night. The sky a rolling blanket of clouds, the colour of wet ash. The ground was laid white with frost and any water that had been liquid under the winter sun had become ice. Like the spell of an enchantress, water to stone, earth to iron, green grass to frosted white. There was no hint of warmth left, nothing of the warm hugs of autumn or the kiss of the vanquished sun.

And usually, these cold nights became an excuse for Brett to draw closer to his lover. To let those arms envelope him. To feel warm and content as he snuggled into his chest. And to hum in satisfaction before he left the steady heartbeat of his lover lull him to sleep.

But not today.

Brett woke up feeling cold, his tired eyes squinting up to look at the clock which read 2AM. He sighed, rolling over to where Eddy was supposed to be sleeping. He was caught off guard when he didn't land on a warm body, but rather on the mattress again, body cold, heart panicking.

He whipped his head back in a split second, tired and panicked eyes looking for his tall figure around their bedroom. Eyes darted from left to right, squinting hard as his heart pounded faster with every second that passed.

And then, a sigh of relief. Brett let out a shaky breath, looking at the silhouette of a man sitting on one of the chairs in the balcony. He smiled softly before wrapping the comforter around his shoulders, and trotted towards the balcony door.

Movements as soft as possible, he made his way to the door. He stopped after reaching it, head peeking out to look at his lover, eyes locked with the dark sight, hair swiftly flowing with the cold winter breeze, lost in deep thought. Brett shivered, pulling the comforter tighter around him.

He rubbed his eyes, a tired whine escaping his lips. "Eddy?"

The taller immediately turned his head to his left, getting up and meeting Brett halfway. The taller's eyes were filled with concern and care as he wrapped his arms around Brett, his hot breath hitting Brett's neck, sending shiver running down the shorter's spine.

"Hey.. Go inside.. It's cold out here," He mumbled, concern evident on his face as he ran his hand up and down Brett's back. Brett hummed in satisfaction, feeling Eddy's heat tingling on his skin. As a reflex, he wrapped his arms around Eddy too.

"Well, come to bed then," He mumbled sleepily. Eddy sighed.

"I am not sleepy, love."

Brett whined. "Fine then, I will stay here for a bit too," He grumbled. Eddy protested, but was silenced by Brett's deadpan look.

Both of them knew that Brett wasn't particularly good at retaining body heat. Well, he wasn't pretty good at handling heat either. Summers he would be sweating buckets and whining, showering in almost ice cold water. And then there was winter where Brettt would cling onto Eddy for the smallest amount of warmth he could get for the taller. Body shivering at the gush of even the slightest wind. So, whenever they went out, Brett would be bundled up in a ridiculous amount of warm clothing with his boyfriend by his side as a portable heater.

But in the end, it always ended up the same way. Cuddled close to each other in the bed, the heater running at maximum temperature, Brett's ice cold fingers wrapped around Eddy's torso, Eddy's warm breath falling onto Brett's neck. The shorter's head on his rightful place- near Eddy's heart, listening to it beating with a steady rhythm.

It was the time both of them cherished the most. It was their little moment. Their little time where they could just feel each other's presence. Not utter words but let their eyes say it all. The world didn't matter here. Everything was slow. Everything was much more beautiful. Everything made them feel much more joyful. Here they could laugh for hours at end. Be in each other's arms for an eternity. Because here time didn't matter.