New Years Eve.

It was both exciting and overstimulating; the loud fireworks, the crowds of people, the food and drinks and music and National Television all over TV..

Yet for you, it wasn't exciting. Not anymore, anyways.

You used to enjoy New Years. It meant new beginnings and opportunities, yet you felt ... bored? it was hard to tell. You felt no joy, like you used to.

Sitting outside in the crisp night air, you lifted your drink to your lips and sighed. Your breath was visible in the cold air. The moon shone down, occasionally hiding behind the clouds as if it was playing hide-n-seek.

Behind you, inside the party, you could hear laugher and joy and sounds of your relatives celebrating the new-coming year. Had they even realized you were out here, alone?

"hey."

Lifting your head, you saw Aubrey, a girl that lived in your neighborhood. She awkwardly tugged off her 'Happy 2025!' hat, shoving it into her pocket.

"what a lame hat," she grumbled, taking seat beside you. Awkward silence filled the gaps between.

".. we could get outta here," she shrugged. "wander off. The adults in there are just drinkin', anyways."