The confetti settles on the floor, a rainbow of used-up joy, like dirty snow. We chased a faster life, searching for a brighter glow, but now the party is over. The glasses are empty, every last drop drained. On a phone screen, the ghost of last January remains—a memory of a time we believed we would be fine. Now, there is only the silence and the aftertaste of wine. The city outside sleeps und...
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