Painted Glass

Something...old I found collecting dust in the corner. Drabblish.

Evermore

First, there was the tainted black sky, and then, everything underneath. Below the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp hanging above the stone-walls of an alley, a spider crept a miserly path towards its crack in the wall.

Tsujiai looked at the small, glittering specks of dust that seemed to scatter the expanse of darkness above him. He sighed and reverted his gaze back to the other side of the road, checking his watch as well. The digital interface read 2:04 am. Tsujiai sighed again and burrowed deeper into his warm, warm jacket.

The wind blew, taking the coldness of winter's icy frost with it. The young man stood there, under the artificial light for hours, listening to nothing but the whispers of night and the chatter of the freezing leaves. At 4:37 am, the streetlamp turned off.

"A-choo!"

Tsujiai rubbed his nose uncomfortably, sniffing from time to time. He fixated his tired, red-rimmed eyes on the other side of the road once more, but this time, a voice greeted him.

"Tsujiai-kun…how long have you been waiting?"

The familiar shadow settled itself next to the streetlamp's. It was short, with a largish head, and furred at the ends. The young man groaned and grabbed her, sticking his gloved finger into her ear. She squirmed and pushed his hand away, giggling once.

"No, seriously?"

Tsujiai sniffed, quite tiredly. He wasn't in the mood for conversation.

"Doesn't matter. You're here, aren't you?" He bent over and gave another mighty sneeze. She blinked, and nodded.

"Good." He rubbed his nose, staring at vacantly at black sky. It must've been the weather.

"…let's go, then." She took his arm. Nina knew he was ready to collapse dead onto something. They both were. It was winter, almost dawn, and quite a lot below zero. She gave a little sigh and dug her cheek into his jacket. It didn't matter.

How long do you want to be loved?

Is forever enough, is forever enough?