He looked at the clock which seemed stuck at 11:55 for some time now. Every moment seemed to drag along. He was sitting alone with the glass in his hand; his fourth drink already.
He was thinking about the year that would start in next five minutes.
This would be the first year after a decade which would start without him kissing her at midnight; the first year when she would not be his Valentine; the first year when he would not shower her with surprises on her birthday; the first year when his holidays would be without her. This would also be the year when she starts her life afresh with her marriage; new city; perhaps new friends.
It's over - Her words rang in his ears repeatedly and he struggled to keep the tears within.
He gulped down the drink, found her number in his favourite contacts and messaged her "Happy New Year".
He was thinking about the year that would start in next five minutes.
This would be the first year after a decade which would start without him kissing her at midnight; the first year when she would not be his Valentine; the first year when he would not shower her with surprises on her birthday; the first year when his holidays would be without her. This would also be the year when she starts her life afresh with her marriage; new city; perhaps new friends.
It's over - Her words rang in his ears repeatedly and he struggled to keep the tears within.
He gulped down the drink, found her number in his favourite contacts and messaged her "Happy New Year".
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