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Sometimes, you meet someone and even though you've never really liked brown eyes, their eyes are now your favourite colour. Sometimes, they can make even the sickest addictions seem beautiful;
And sometimes, there's someone who you would rather sit on a couch with and drink petrol station coffee and read your favourite books over and over while you forget dinner's on the stove and it gets burnt but you still think it's delicious. That's how I feel about him.
I gaze at Dan, who's packing snow into a tight ball before aiming it at me.
I dodge it, watching as it collides with the ground, spreading into the thin sheet of white which appears to coat everything.
I look to the sky — thick clouds looming over the stars, hiding behind them, just out of sight. A flickering streetlamp is the only thing that illuminates our surroundings, other than the remnants of a dying sunset that left behind a smudge of deep red.
The January snow glistens a soft orange, perfectly untouched by us — only the falling snowflakes that land gently on it's surface, some being carried by the chilling breeze that blows through my hair.
I sneak a glance at Dan, and he's smiling to the sky. I wonder what he's thinking.
I tilt my head toward the darkness, searching for something that I'm not entirely sure of.
I feel a hand slip into mine.
I allow my arms to wrap around his waist, our bodies separated by layers of warm clothing.
His lips press to mine, the kiss tasting of peppermint and caramel instant coffee that he had delicately swirled whipped cream into.
It feels right — us, frozen in place while the world continues to spin. While everyone else carries on, unaware of us as they huddle inside, grateful for the warmth.
I can't explain it, but something about this moment is indescribably perfect.