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New Year's Eve was just another overhyped holiday to you. The deafening fireworks that shattered the peaceful night air, the swarms of people congesting the streets just to gaze at some colorful lights in the sky, and the obligatory all-nighter that left everyone exhausted and cranky. But this year, your friends had managed to drag you to a beach party, which was even more miserable due to the freezing cold that seeped into your bones.

You'd managed to slip away from the group, citing a need for some fresh air, and trudged through the sand, searching for a place to escape the chaos. The sound of laughter and music grew fainter as you walked, replaced by the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore. As you settled into a vacant chair, your gaze drifted towards the fire pit, where a lone figure sat staring intently at the flames.

The flickering light danced across his face, casting a warm glow on his features, but his expression remained lost in thought. His eyes seemed to be gazing into the very soul of the fire, as if searching for answers to questions he hadn't yet asked. The fire crackled and spat, sending sparks flying into the night air, but he didn't flinch, his gaze remaining fixed on the flames.