A/N: So this one goes out to the one who shouldn't have read it. I love you. (Zac Brown Band's Colder Weather this time folks.)
You're a Lover, I'm a Runner
The feeling of ice sets into the bachelor's bones, chilling him so much that the journey in front of him isn't as wanted as it was just three steps ago. He needed to leave. He always did. Work always took him away from the one that he couldn't bear leaving. Watching the pain in her eyes was never a moment he was proud of, but she was the only one that brought him home. She knew that. She had to, he hoped.
Spotting a tavern ahead, he hurries step by step getting closer to a sanctuary that held all like him; the ramblers, the fools, the explorers and the misfits. The ones who journeyed at night. Looking out the ice covered window, he sees the bright full moon and swipes his frozen hand through the blonde hair that was soaked to the core, closing his ash grey eyes. Finally, he was feeling warmth crash over him.
If he looks at the moon, he remembers how she looks in the light.
If he sips this coffee, he'll miss the cup that she made him the morning prior; sweet as she is.
If the wind blows, he'll swear that he smells the roses that she was named after, and nothing ever hurts as much as missing her.
His heart constricts as he sees curly hair at the end of the bar. It's not as crazy or as big as hers, but the color is nearly the same. He pulls out his wallet and looks at the picture moving on the inside, her laughing with the emerald eyes that entrance him. The smile that tears through him and holds his world together and the lips that kiss sweeter than anything. Looking back at the bar, the woman's hair doesn't seem quite as curly anymore. Nobody could seem bright next to his sunlight, to him, everyone else was dull and she was his star; she brightened up his life.
Quietly, he puts the picture back in the wallet and leaves the money next to the bill, silently moving to the door.
The tavern door opens as a gust of wind flows through the room. Walking out, he takes a left. The weather is cold, the snow is deep, and the numbness of missing her chills his body furthermore. Only a few more miles until his destination, and the sooner he gets there, the sooner he gets back to his Rose.