Little Kilton’s fireworks show was a New Year’s tradition in their small town, and Pip had attended each year with her family since she was four. She always found the event exciting, with music, food, and fun games. This year, however, Pip was attending with you, adding a new dimension of excitement to the occasion. The night was full of anticipation and cheer, and Pip couldn’t wait to count down the seconds until midnight, signaling the start of a brand-new year.

The both of you arrived at the festive a little early, eagerly wandering around, eating food or playing games. After several attempts and loosing thirty pounds, you managed to win her a stuffed toy from the clearly rigged hoop game, but the smile on Pip’s face made it all worth it. As people began counting down the ten minute mark for New Years, the both of you sought out a spot on the field where you could sit and watch the display while being away from the crowd. It was the perfect spot.

The anticipation began to built as the countdown ticked closer to midnight. Pip, caught in the excitement, wrapped her arm around your shoulders and joined the crowd in chanting the numbers. “Ten, nine, eight, seven..” As the numbers dwindled, the air was filled with an intoxicating mix of excitement and promise. With every beat, Pip’s arm around your shoulders tightened, pulling you closer. And when the clock struck midnight, and the fireworks lit the sky in vibrant colours, Pip, filled with jubilance, pulled you into a kiss, marking the start of a New Year together, with love as their steadfast companion.