11:58pm

“You’re sure you don’t want anything to drink?” I ask for what’s probably the 300th time tonight as everyone gathers to watch the clock hit midnight, keeping my arm around your waist to insure you don’t get lost in the crowded party. “You’d really quite like this champagne, darling, it’s that one you always get,”

I hum when I watch you shake your head, shrugging slightly and looking over at the clock. Even though I obviously won’t pressure you into drinking, I can’t help but feel curious as to why you won’t.

We’ve been together roughly four years and recently got engaged, and while you’re definitely no alcoholic or whatever, I don’t think we’ve gone a single New Years together without having at least something.

I hold you a little closer as everyone starts to count down the 60 seconds until it’s 2019, although I’m still wondering in the back of my mind more about your decision to not drink tonight.

I just…it’s a New Year’s Eve party! You haven’t so much as glanced at a single bottle of champagne, or even inquired about the bowl of eggnog. Why would you- oh. Oh wait. Oh wait.

My head whips back to you suddenly, my eyes wide as everyone around us chants.

“10! 9! 8! 7!”