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Many things should have been said that night. In that house. One which held the the same coldness which came with the falling snow. One not even the fire could melt.
Their embrace felt forced as it always did these days. As usual they left the argument unresolved. Their voices were strained. Sleep came to neither and he pretended not to hear the others footsteps in the night. Leading far from their frostbitten bed, the distance was palpable, all with the creak of a single door.
It was late, far too late to justify a smoke, but that didnt stop craig. His ring shone a burnished bronze as he brought the flame to his lips, shielding the embers from the wind tearing through the man. He didn’t bother with a coat, he wanted the wind to tear right through him.
Pale light illuminated the snow around his feet, catching the flakes. Craig let himself pretend he could see the stars. He let himself believe that the last 30 years didnt matter. He let himself pretend he no longer loved the stars.
Craig let his eyes shut as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He remembered a late night while in the throws of university, when a man who smelled like coffee kissed his knuckles till they stopped bleeding. The man who stayed out till 4 am sitting on a snowy hill to listen to music in shitty headphones. The man who pretended like Craigs silence didnt bother him. The man who put off work the next day just to hold his hand until he-
The crunch of all too familiar footfall was what made the black haired man open his eyes. Tears stung his eyes, neither acknowledged it. Craig didint have to look down to know that Tweek was right beside him, looking up at the same sky.
“Th-this isnt working…” The blonde spoke after a few moments.
“… I know.” Smoke swallowed his words as a hand slipped into Craigs. Gold against gold.
“What went wrong?” Tweeks voice was strangled.
“I…” Craig’s voice hitched as his brows furrowed, “I dont know….”
A shaky hand came to Craigs cheek, making him meet Tweeks gaze. It was only when Tweek kissed him that Craig realized he had dropped his cigarette. He knew his mouth tasted like ash. He knew Tweek hated ash. Then it was over. The two pulled away, “where’s your coat?” Was all Craig could manage after a beat of silence, Tweek gave a forced laugh and for the first time that year Craig genuinely smiled.
“You need to quit smoking”