The celebration is over. The last firework has faded, leaving only a memory of light against the dark. On the floor, confetti settles like rainbow-dirty snow, a ghost of the life we were chasing, the brighter glow we thought we could feel. The glasses are empty, every last drop drained, and in the silence, a phone screen illuminates a past that feels a world away. Last January, we believed we w...
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