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Inspired by a news story. Aaron and Rachael spend a quiet, romantic
evening together, both with an eye on the clock. At midnight the lives
they know will come to an end. A slice of life without a plot. A love
story. Very short.
Music 'Til Midnight
by
ABC de F
It was the perfect romantic setting, as it was designed to be. The living
room was dark, lit by scented candles. The mechanics of the air
conditioning were cloaked by the music from the computer, a program of
songs that was exactly two hours long. It was timed to end at midnight, as
so much would.
They had picked the songs together, laughing at discovering familiar but
wildly inappropriate titles in song lists. They both knew when they'd hit
a perfect song, a song for them, a song for this moment.
Most of the "love songs" in the lists they found were actually songs about
unrequited love, love lost, love wished for, searching for love, or
impossible love. They didn't want to hear anything like that; their search
was for songs that were about people happily in love, as they were. So
many of their favorites turned out to not be right, and they didn't want
even one misfit to spoil the evening.
At one time they thought their love was an impossible love. Others still
thought so. But they knew that wasn't so.
Aaron had his arm around her, and she was snuggled against him. They
listened to the lyrics of the songs, though they knew most of them by
heart. They were special now, at this time.
Rachael had put a clock on the fireplace mantle, an old fashioned
Victorian design with hands that looked like black lace. They tried to
ignore it and were successful for the first hour, but around eleven
o'clock their glances that way became more frequent, as if they could slow
time by looking at the clock hands more often.
They spoke, quietly, about how they had met, about highlights in their
dating life, about friends who had wished them the best but worried about
the worst.
They kissed, sometimes with passion, sometimes with a closeness that
showed they were much more than lovers. Knowing that they would have to
part at midnight made them closer than they ever had been before, and that
was saying a great deal.
There were more pressures on them, as a couple, than on most couples. At
times they were heaviest on her, and at times on him, but each had helped
the other through it, and they had come out stronger and more sure of
their relationship. Their love deepened during the rough times, and glowed
during the times when no one was advising them to separate.
Aaron had lost a good friend after the friend confessed he simply couldn't
believe that Aaron could actually kiss someone like Rachael. The
discussion had degenerated from there. That was a sad day, but Rachael got
him through it, and in the end he was grateful that he'd found out his
friend had harbored secret prejudices. Aaron was understanding; to be
fair, it was a shock to his friend that Aaron would be attracted to a girl
like Rachael. It had been a shock to Aaron himself.
"Oh," Rachael said when a new song started. It was one they had agreed was
perfect for a couple in love, and had been a favorite of both of them even
before they made their list of songs.
Aaron smiled and looked down at her. She was smiling, too, and turned her
head so they could kiss. For a moment the clock on the mantle was
forgotten.
Rachael had told him about losing friends a couple years ago, but most of
her friends were still her friends. She, too, had lost one close friend,
just like Aaron had, but the friend had come back. Maybe Aaron's friend
would, too. Together, they hoped so.
He pulled her closer, thinking, not for the first time, how well they fit
together. He was 6'2" and she was 5'9" and to both of them that seemed
perfect. Everything seemed perfect. The songs they liked, the things they
liked to do, the authors they liked to read, the movies they liked, their
interests in all things - everything matched.
They spoke about the first party he had taken her to, and then the first
party with her friends that she had taken him to, and how they had enjoyed
gradually introducing each set of friends to the other, one at a time.
That had worked well and was fun and interesting.
In most relationships each person has to suppress some likes and dislikes
in order to accommodate the person they love. Sometimes they were big
things, and sometimes small; sometimes there were a lot, and in other
relationships there were only a few things.
For Aaron and Rachael these things were so few. and all of so
inconsequential a nature, that they joked about it, joked they'd never
have anything to argue about, and gave those things their own name: the
itty-bitties. One evening they spent most of the night on the couch - that
night it was the one in Aaron's apartment - trying to come up with views
or tastes that one of them held and the other disliked a lot. Tomatoes was
the sole answer; she hated them and he loved them. It wasn't quite big
enough to destroy the relationship.
"I can't help thinking that a group of men, strangers, had such a major
part in this happening," he said.
"And women," she said. "There were a few women. And we made this happen."
He smiled at her and kissed her. "So we did," he said.
"But I know what you mean," she said. "It is kind of weird. Strangers
added to our happiness. Not that we wouldn't have been fine without them,
but still ..."
"They gave us a piece of paper," he said. "I could have printed one out at
home."
She laughed and poked him gently.
"It's true," he said. "But I guess it means something. 'Not that we
wouldn't have been fine without it'," he quoted what she'd just said.
"Do you really think it does?" she asked.
He paused. "I do," he said. "Maybe I shouldn't, because what does it
really have to do with us? And they are, like I said, strangers. But so
what? It's odd: without the paper I wouldn't have cared, but now that it
exists, I suppose it does mean something."
"It means as much or as little as we want it to mean," she said.
"Right," he said.
At fifteen minutes before midnight the mood changed slightly, both of them
becoming a little tense and anxious. They knew the order of the last few
songs on the list, and when one began playing it was a sort of signal.
They felt as if they had to hurry, not to hurry to midnight but to hurry
and do something, feel something, express something, before the remaining
minutes ran out.
At the same time they wanted to slow things down, to put the clock, to put
time, in a sticky morass so the hands of the clock would have to struggle
to move.
At if responding to an unvoiced signal they turned to each other and
kissed, and kept on kissing. Their kisses were hungry and became more
passionate, though each was acutely aware of each song ending and the next
beginning.
The last song played. And then it ended. They parted, looking each other
in the eyes. One minute to midnight.
"I've got to go," he said quietly.
She nodded.
He stood, and both noticed that his pants were tented, and they smiled.
She stood, and they both saw the front of her skirt was bulging. She
giggled and he laughed.
"Traditions," he said dismissively.
"You'll want me twice as much tonight," she said.
"Impossible," he said, and kissed her.
"That's the whole idea," she admonished playfully. "The groom can't see
the bride on their wedding day so he'll have the hots for her on the
honeymoon."
He rolled his eyes. "I've got the hots for you now," he said, and kissed
her again.
"Yeah," she said quietly. "Want to stay? We can tell everyone you went
home at midnight. I won't tell."
He hesitated, too tempted. "I better not. Roberta and Sue will be over
early, and I don't want to have them find us in bed. Sue, especially;
she's a stickler for tradition."
Rachael nodded and smiled. "Very considerate of you."
"Selfish," he said. "We'd hear about it for the rest of our lives."
"Our lives together," she said.
He smiled. "Our lives together," he said.
The End
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