The artificial glow of the city was always comforitng to him. All Mark had to do was gaze out the window and there they'd be, always shining brightly and acting as his own personal beacon of hope. They never faded, even when it seemed that everything else was falling apart at his feet.
Now he sat at the open window, his legs dangling off the sill and his eyes transfixed on the skyline. He had been like that for over an hour, only moving when he was reminded of his need to blink and breath. His camera rested beside him, the only other thing besides those city lights that was a constant in his life. Everything else he had, his friends, his future, his home, all of that was ever shifting, but not the lights and not his camera.
The wind was beginning to pick up, ruffling his hair and causing the scarf to rise up and writhe around in the open air. Mark sighed, his feet beginning to swing against the sill as one finger idly ran against the side of his camera. Something was bothering him, but something was always bothering him. Things were always tugging at the edge of his mind, not quite forming real thoughts, but simply ideas that often faded into the woodwork after a time.
There was a noise behind him, the sound of footsteps approaching, and then Roger appeared , a grin and two mugs of coffee in his hands. "Move over" The musician had said as he handed Mark the coffee. Doing as he was told to, Mark gripped the the steaming mug in his hands taking in the heat and smell of the drink. Mark never liked drinking coffee, only when really needed to pull all nighters, but he loved the smell. He was sure Roger knew that, and was the reason that the other always brought him a cup even though Mark never drank it.
"What're you doin' over here?" Roger had asked, stirring him out of his thoughts. "You ok"
Giving a deep sigh Mark shrugged. "I'm good, you ok?" His eyes turned on his companion, studying the other man as he waited for his answer.
Roger gave a short nod, sipping at his coffee. "Ok on my end." His eyes came to fall on the lights, "Their nice, aren't they?" His voice was soft then, as if he were telling some great secret.
"Yeah," Mark whispered back, his body moving to lean against the other man. "You think they'll ever go out?" This was asked in an almost child like tone that made Roger smile.
He wrapped an arm around Mark, pulling him closer. "The New York lights? Never, they'll always be shining for you."
The wind was beginning to pick up, ruffling his hair and causing the scarf to rise up and writhe around in the open air. Mark sighed, his feet beginning to swing against the sill as one finger idly ran against the side of his camera. Something was bothering him, but something was always bothering him. Things were always tugging at the edge of his mind, not quite forming real thoughts, but simply ideas that often faded into the woodwork after a time.
There was a noise behind him, the sound of footsteps approaching, and then Roger appeared , a grin and two mugs of coffee in his hands. "Move over" The musician had said as he handed Mark the coffee. Doing as he was told to, Mark gripped the the steaming mug in his hands taking in the heat and smell of the drink. Mark never liked drinking coffee, only when really needed to pull all nighters, but he loved the smell. He was sure Roger knew that, and was the reason that the other always brought him a cup even though Mark never drank it.
"What're you doin' over here?" Roger had asked, stirring him out of his thoughts. "You ok"
Giving a deep sigh Mark shrugged. "I'm good, you ok?" His eyes turned on his companion, studying the other man as he waited for his answer.
Roger gave a short nod, sipping at his coffee. "Ok on my end." His eyes came to fall on the lights, "Their nice, aren't they?" His voice was soft then, as if he were telling some great secret.
"Yeah," Mark whispered back, his body moving to lean against the other man. "You think they'll ever go out?" This was asked in an almost child like tone that made Roger smile.
He wrapped an arm around Mark, pulling him closer. "The New York lights? Never, they'll always be shining for you."
The sun was rising when they finally retreated inside.