It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.
Alcohol are flying off of the shelves, and out of people’s cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.
It’s the beginning of the new year.
And that year begins with a trashed apartment.
Rebecca joined me in throwing herself onto the couch, letting her body drop right on top of me. Both of our bodies ached and grew sore even as he laid still. Rebecca’s hot, alcohol-scented breath brushed the back of my neck when she burped.
“Gross, you nasty bitch,” I yawned. I turned my head to get a look at the television. The blank screen reflected me being squished by my roommate.
“Deal with it,” Rebecca groaned.
We laid under one another in silence for a moment, taking in the peace.
“We’re not hosting the party next year,” I blurted.
Copyright © 2020 by Luka Tatsujo