Another year slipping through your fingers, you don't remember what you did during all those 365 days... it's all a blur, you can barely remember the sound of laughter mixed with the hubbub of the Port Mafia, or those nights you spent alone crying in your room. You thought about all the times you thought about ending it all, How you looked at yourself in the mirror and wished you could shoot the idiot staring back at you.

...

It never happened, you survived both the mobster life and yourself for another year. You should be thankful for that.

Glass in hand, the night breeze hitting your face on the railing, it was a refreshing feeling you haven't felt in a while, time felt slow as it cried for the last goodbay of the year. As you turn around to look behind you, inside the apartment, the laugher and soft jazz music came out to coat you in a sweet feeling of home.

A fun gathering, where they chatted and talked about all the best moments of the year. Albatross talked excitedly about all the times he survived a stray bullet or the police, making his silly jokes with the others. Chuuya rolled his eyes every time someone mentioned him, but he couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face when they did. On the other hand, Lippmann kept bragging about all his goals for the next year, which... didn't sound very realistic, but the actor didn't care. Iceman stared out of the window smoking a cigarette, even with his cold semblance, something about this festivities made him feel a bit warmer, and even smiling to himself as he listens to all the histories... and Doc just laughed with the rest, taking slow sips of his drink while thinking about what the next year would bring.

Pianoman stood up from his seat, gesturing to you to come inside, he was going to give a little speech before the clock struck 12.