For New Year's Eve, they decided to sit on the roof of their apartment building and watch the fireworks. It was freezing cold and the wind was bitter and sharp, so they wrapped up in fleece blankets.

The fireworks were lovely. Amid the loud cracks of fire and powder and silhouetted against stars like chips of ice, color popped and twisted. They flashed green and blue and red and yellow, lighting up the circle of Robin's face.

Amon watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw was trembling, she was so cold. He moved a bit closer to her, and threw one end of his blanket around her.

"Amon," she asked quietly. "What is your New Year's resolution?"

"My resolution?" he repeated.

He leaned in towards her. She closed her eyes ….