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Kamaria shifts her position against the wall of the closet, pulling up her knees so that she can prop Bruno’s phone against them. Her eyes flick quickly over to his face. He’s still focused on the colorful lights and cheering people playing across the screen, good. There are lines of tension in his face, but overall he seems okay at the moment.
They’ve been sitting here ever since it started to get dark outside. Normally Kamaria isn’t keen on spending much time in closets, but with the light filtering down on them through their clothes and with Bruno sitting here with her, their hands entwined between them, it’s not so bad. Besides, even if it was bothering her, it would still be worth it. For him.
A countdown starts up on the screen, and Kamaria manages to find the button to turn the volume up a little louder, though not so loud that his noise-cancelling headphones will cut it out.
Five, four, three, two, one…
The mirror-covered ball ends its slow descent, and there’s an explosion of confetti across the tiny screen. At the same time, the loud pops from outside go from occasional bursts to a giant cacophony of sound. Bruno’s hand tightens around hers.
When she turns to look at him, worried, he stretches his mouth into a thin smile and leans down, pressing his lips gently against hers. She can hear the shakiness of his breaths as they kiss.
“Happy New Year, Kamaria,” he whispers once they break apart.
“Happy New Year, Bruno.” Laying the phone in his lap, she drops her head onto his shoulder and wraps her arm around him, careful to avoid his chest. He’s trembling slightly beneath her touch, and when he returns the gesture he clings to her as if she’s the one thing keeping him anchored to this closet floor.
Even so, he hums a soft, cracking rendition of the song that’s playing over the phone’s speakers, as the explosions continue all over the city. Kamaria squeezes her eyes shut, and hopes for his sake that they won’t last much longer.