"It's like you're my mirror...my mirror staring back at me"-Justin Timberlake
Happy, content, relaxed. John didn't know what one word to use to describe how he felt right now. Nevertheless, he was enjoying himself. It was one of the few rare times he had the night off no crime, no number. He was almost certain without a doubt that the reason for the silence was because it was snowing blankets outside, not to mention it was cold enough to freeze Satan's' balls off. Regardless of the reason he was going to enjoy his lovely evening off with an even lovelier woman.
On a whim yesterday he asked her if she would have dinner and watch a movie with him at his place. He'd been smiling every since she said yes. He went all out to impress her, he made a full course meal that included salad and a light soup, followed by spinach manicotti with homemade bread sticks and lastly for dessert red velvet cheese cake swirl brownies. Much better than Chilean sea bass, Ian, that little shit was lucky he turned out to be innocent or he would have been locked away in a Mexican prison right about now.
Right now though he and Joss were snuggled on his couch in the living room, watching Liam Neeson go "man in the suit" on the people who took his daughter. Although he wasn't really focused on watching the movie, instead his attention was on his and Joss's reflection in his window panes. He couldn't help but admire everything about her. Now that he thought about them he began to notice more and more how much they reflect one another, it sometimes felt like he was staring at a mirror.
He didn't know how she did it but somewhere along the line she managed to fill the vacancy that was in his heart. He tightened his grip on her, he couldn't lose her not now, not ever. She lifted her head and stared up at him asking what was wrong. God, he could just get lost in her big brown eyes, he wanted to tell her to keep her eyes on him forever.
It was clear as day that he was looking right at the other half of himself. He leant in and placed a kiss on her lips. He could feel it, the old him was slowly fading and she was the reason. She was his inspiration to quit holding onto yesterday and live and fight for a now and with her beside him, he knew he was going to make it, that they were going to make it to tomorrow.