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The room was
dimly lit and silver, white and purple balloons littered every square inch of
the room. Waiters and waitresses were hurriedly rushing through the crowd
serving various beverages. She was attending a friend’s NYE party. She wasn’t
really in the mood to be there, but wanted to get out and an excuse to get
dressed up. It was very rare that she dressed up, but when she did she went all
out. She felt confident and even a little bit sexy in her little black dress
and black Louboutin heels. As she sipped her white wine she skimmed the room
and realized she had no interest in speaking with anyone. She glanced at her
watch and noted that only an hour has passed by. Ugh, this is going to be a
long night she thought. She grabbed another glass of wine from the tray as
the waiter walked by. She scanned the room again, but this time looking for her
friend. She was nowhere to be found. Instead she decided to go stand by the bar
located near a large glass window overlooking the city.
As she took another sip she admired how beautiful it
was outside. For miles and miles, all she could see were the lights from the
city. A city she was all too familiar with and had a fond memory of. She leaned against the window and could feel
the coldness pressed up against her arm. In a daze she started to reminisce
about other winter nights just miles away from the hotel where the party was
located.
Why did it always come back to him, she
wondered.
