At first being invited out to a New Year’s celebration seemed fun. Just being able to spend time with close friends and starting your new year off with laughter and joy seemed perfect. But as the clock struck closer and closer to midnight, and your friends all paired with their partners you couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely.

Of course it was just some stupid tradition that meant nothing at all, but in that moment, surrounded by everyone else, it became the only thing on your mind. With a heavy sigh and stepping back to watch the TV’s clock; others started to count down. Each second felt like years were passing by, an awful dread before a close friend noticed your face, a sly smirk on her face as the clock struck midnight— she had bumped you right into someone, your hands catching onto a black buttoned-up shirt, while their hands rested on your lower back, lips intertwined together, but only for a chaste kiss. With a shock, he pulled back, a clear flush on his face, as he questioned.

“I’m sorry… are you okay? I hadn’t meant to do that.”