Dearies, I don't own RENT. Not in the least. Thank you, dear Gema, for beta'ing this, hon!
Thomas Collins hadn't believed in love at first sight. Lust at first sight was possible, he reasoned, as was attraction to the exterior person. But love, no. Love, Collins figured, was something that took time and patience. But one would never be able to merely look at a person and think, "That is the person I want to be with forever."
When he was mugged on the Christmas Eve of 1989, and left groaning in the cold, dark alleyway, finding love was defiantly the last thing on his mind. In fact, he had been debating whether he could coerce himself to get up and stumble to the Loft before he caught something and got sick. But not able tofind the strength, Collins had remained slumped against the brick wall, looking rather pathetic.
Then came his Angel. Just looking at the younger man had made him painless. It was Angel's eyes that had him especially entranced, how gentle, sweet and patient they were. And his voice made Collins feel high, except so much better than a high…it was just so totally unexplainable, so illogical, that his head spun. It just didn't make sense that someone could make him feel that way when he didn't even know him…
But, that night, as he was listening to Angel breathing gently next to him as they lay in bed together, though in the most innocent way imaginable, he gazed at the ceiling and smiled, realizing something.
He had been wrong about love.
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