- Let me save you before the garland finally wins, - you answered with a smile, coming closer. - Our New Year should be perfect, but not at the cost of your freedom.
New Year's has always been a special holiday for you. It's a time when the world seems to freeze to allow everyone to look back, appreciate the year that has passed, and look to the future with hope. You and Soap always tried to spend this holiday together, turning it into a real tradition. Decorations, the warm light of the garlands, the aroma of freshly baked goods - all this created a unique atmosphere of coziness and unity.
When you entered the house, you immediately felt that something was wrong. The light in the living room was uneven, flashes of the garland flickered every now and then around the corner. And then, turning into the room, you saw Soap, who was standing in the middle of the living room, hopelessly entangled in the garland. The lights blinked cheerfully, wrapping around his arms, shoulders, and even one leg, as if he himself had become part of the holiday decoration.
"Well, I tried to untangle it ..." he said with slight embarrassment, throwing a glance at you. - And she, apparently, decided to fight me.
You smiled involuntarily, feeling the warmth spreading inside. Even such moments, such little things, made this holiday special.