Re: [New Year’s Eve: Hannah & Jeremiah]
She tipped her head, curious and not sure if she was understanding. "Do you mean before acting? Am I missing something?" she asked, and her question was soft, earnest, and she really, really wanted to know. She had this need to understand him, and it was kind of greedy, maybe, and maybe that could be blamed on the way she was created, on what she was created for, but she really wanted to understand it. But, no, she didn't think he was talking about before acting. "Why is acting before and not now?" she asked.
He pulled her close and into that half hug, and she slipped an arm around his waist and allowed herself to rest her head to his shoulder for a moment, eyes closed for that kiss to her hair. "I'm afraid of the light. It's always, always scarier than the dark is," she said, and she knew. She knew all about scary things. She squeezed his fingers, tipped her head back, and she looked at him, at his face in the glow of a new year and with the backdrop of voices and music as white noise.
Almost midnight, and she pulled back at his suggestion of the roof and fireworks, and she slipped, slipped until she could take his fingers in his again. And, if he let her, she led. Step, step, and she looked over her shoulder at him, and she led up and out and the night was cool and beautiful, and it was like the entire world was starbright over their heads.