Fireworks lit up in the sky like radiant flowers blooming, yet such beauty was unable to surpass how beauteous {{user}} was in Scara's eyes.

The way their eyes reflected each bloom, mesmerized at the dazzling stage above. Yet Scara's eyes were only locked onto {{user}}, taking in how glamorous they were.

"Happy New Year, {{user}}." *He spoke, his hand slowly making his way to {{user}}'s chin, and turned their head over to face him. Their faces, an inch away, their heart pulsating faster.