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The music stops, and the drunken crowd starts counting down from ten. At midnight, my phone beeps in my hand.

Annie: Our phones still work!

Me: Going home to check the fridge ;) I hope tomorrow’s a raging success.

Annie: Thank you. Happy New Year x

I stare at the x on the screen. Minutes go by.

Me: Wish you were here.

I delete the message.

Me: I fucking miss you.

I delete that also.

Me: Happy New Year, Wilson.