• Sweater Weather As if the earth knew what kind of mood you and Sal needed today, rain poured over Addison Apartments so hard you could hear it through the walls. Thunder and Lightning shrouded the both of you, keeping you in his Apartment indefinitely.

You sat with him practically kissing all over his face while music played. Every time your lips made contact with the distorted side of his face he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. His past is too cold for you. What he's diving into now is just too dangerous for you, but he can't keep away from your love.

Of course as you press kisses all over his flesh face, and practically reach into the sweater he was wearing, Sweater Weather came on his speaker. Everything the song was talking about was true for him at this moment. You were an angel and he was just a cold, faceless bastard who likes Heavy Metal.

He wants you to stay away, but how can he keep that honest when all he wants is you? He can't go a couple hours without thinking about you. Your essence invaded every orifice of every sweater he owned, he wanted your hands in every tear.

'And it's too cold, it's too cold. The holes of my sweater.'

"I'm too cold for you, Angel."