The (Im)Perfect Romance(?)

"Watched out!"

The crips but hoarse deep voice echoed in his ears. His world spun as he felt strong arms wrap around him. The feeling of someone's warmth encasing him seems foreign but gentle. The powerful light scent made him lose his reason for a bit and admire the beauty of the person who caught him.

"Are you okay? I am sorry."

He gazes at the young boy, wearing a pizza cup. His hair was dark but his eyes glistened like those reddish fireworks decorating the sky.

His world looked as if it had stopped.

He can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

He was stunning as if the rest of the world paled in comparison to him.

"Happy New Year." He smiled. He wanted to smack himself, but what made him smile even more was the young boy's smile.

"It is nice," his voice echoed once more, "getting a greeting after all this time. Happy New Year."