((Half written nonsense is what I really want to title this. I have no clue where this narrative would go. So I am just putting it out there unfinished and unedited. That's what this whole project is, I guess. I feel I still need to say "sorry this sucks."))
Confetti littered the floor, along with all the resolutions that were bound to be broken by mid January. She stood there next to him wondering if they could really be this happy. Would their resolution be broken soon too? At this moment, it didn't seem to matter. They kept smiling at each other like the past few years hadn't happened yet. There was so much hope in the air. Hope for the new year, new beginnings, new love. She imagined that if they tried hard enough, everything would be new this time around.
It was hours into the new year. They didn't talk in fear that this magic would disappear. Instead they danced and drank and looked and laughed. They knew it was ridiculous to be this way. Their age, their history, to be acting young and free. But for that night it was all they could do to save something, anything they had left. So they drank and danced and laughed some more.
The next morning came too quickly. She laid there thinking maybe it would have been better if the night failed. Instead of the dancing and kissing and hopefulness that filled the night, it could have just tanked. This would have made the next morning better. It would have made the goodbye easier. Now there is no goodbye. Some would think that was a good thing. She worried now when the end would come. Would it come? It felt like it was already here but then last night happened. She was afraid to feel hope even though it's the only thing what swirled her heart and head.
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